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Lieut Jamison's Reminiscences of the 


A Florida Man Who Commanded the 

Picked Company of Men Selected to 

Guard the President -How 

Secretary Stanton Over- 

ruled the Order of i (/ *j p 
HIb Chief. ' ' 

[From the Philadelphia Times. J 
Lieut. James B. Jamison, of Lake Coma, 
Putnam County, Fla. , la in the city as the 
guest of City Treasurer George D. McCreary. 
Mr. Jamison was lieutenant and really sole 
commander and Captain of the Union Light 
Guard which acted toward the close of the 
civil war as body-guard to Abraham Lincoln. 
He was seen yesterday at Mr. Mccreary's 
office in the City Hall, and told an Interesting 
story of the origin of bis command and the 
duties performed by it. He also related a 
number of hitherto unpublished facts In re- 
gard to President Lincoln's assassination. 

"The Union Light Guard," he said, "was 
composed of men selected by Gov. Tod, 
of Ohio, to act as body-guard to President 
Lincoln after the Confederate cause was con- 
sidered hopeless, and there were rumors afloat 
that there would be an attempt upon the 
President's life, it was composed of picked 
men, one from each county of the State of 
Ohio. At the time of Its organization I was 
aid to the Governor of Ohio, to which post I 
had been appointed in recognition of my 
services at Shlloh. The body was a mounted 
one. We had hardly reached Washington 
when the Captain and First Lieutenant were 
court-martialed and dismissed from the serv- 
ice, and I succeeded to the command and con- 
tinued there until the body was disbanded, 
but never received my proper rank. 


"My first orders upon reaching Washing- 
ton came from Secretary of war Stanton 
and were to escort President Lincoln from 
the White House to the President's country 
home on the Potomac. With my command I 
proceeded to the White House and announced 
my errand to the President. He objected 
j moat emphatically to having an armed escort, 
1 asserting that there was no danger; that he 
| didn't need or want a body-guard. In fact he 
I positively declined to leave the White House 
under escort. As he was the President and I 
but a Lieutenant I did not feel justified In 
1 carrying him off bodily, so I said to him that 
to neglect to carry out orders was a serious 
matter to an army officer, and asked him for 
some piece of writing to show that my orders 
had been countermanded by the President 
himself. The President picked up a slip of 
paper not over 2 inches square and wrote 
upon It: 

'• 'I decline to accept the escort of a body- 
guard. Abraham Lincoln.' 


"I then ordered my command back to bar- 
racks and awaited developments. They were 
not long In coming. Inside of an hour a mes- 
senger came post haste with orders that I ap- 
pear before the Secretary of War. When I 
reached his office Stanton swung around in 
his chair and demanded, in his fiercest man- 
ner, why I had failed to obey orders by not 
escorting the President to his home on the 
Potomac. I responded that the President htm- 
seit had countermanded the order, at the 
same time presenting the slip of paper. Stan- 
ton glanced at it. tore it Into bits, wadded 
them up and threw them in my face. Then 
he exclaimed: 

" 'Sir, take your command and do as you 
were ordered. Escort the President whether 
he likes it or not, and neglect to do so at your 
peril. ' 

"Again I took my command to the White 
House and explained my instructions to the 
President. With evident reluctance the Pres- 
ident accepted my escort, and the trip to the 
country was made. Prom that time to within 
two weeks of his assassination the Light 
Ciuard continued as the President's body- 
guard " 

"About two weeks prior to his assassina- 
tion the Light Guard, at the urgent request 
of Presldeut Lincoln, was relieved from es- 
cort duty and used as mounted orderlies. On 
the night of Lincoln's assassination, with ten 
of my men, I was stationed but a lew blocks 
away when the rumor came up the street that 
Sewurd had been assassinatod. 


"I hurried my command to Ford's Theater. 
Juai as l reached there the m-aldeat was car- ' 

ried across the street. Tne men who ca rried 
him first started to take him into a saloon, 
but were stopped by the proprietor of the 
place, who said: 

" 'Don't bring him in here. Take him ub 
stairs. It shouldn't be said that the Presi- 
dent of the United States died in a saloon. ' 

"The building was a two-story brick one, 
just across the street from the theater, and 
the President was carried to the second story. 

1 formed my little body of men at the door- 
way to keep out all intruders aud sent for re- 
enforcements. That night I turned back Con- 
gressmen, Senators and Generals. At aboul 

2 o'elock Gen. Meigs, Chief yuartermastei 
General, came to the door and asked me if I 
would like to see the President before he 
breathed his last. I answered that as I had 
been close to his side, and his protector fot 
nearly two years and was greatly attached ta 
him, I certainly should. When I entered tht 
room Surgeon General Rarnes was standino 
at his bedside, and a moment later he called 
Mrs. Lincoln, and, as we stood there, the 
President died. 

"I have seen in print miny stories of the 
plot against Lincoln's life, many of them 
blaming the South, but never the true one. 
The facts are that Booth had a very deal 
actor friend named Anderson, who was con- 
demned to be shot as a spy. Prior to that 
time Booth and Lincoln had been friends. A 
strong efiort was made In Anderson's behalf, 
so strong that a Cabinet meeting was held, 
and in some way Booth managed to appear at 
the meeting and plead with tears in his eyes 
for his friend's life. 


"He left the meeting with the understand- 
ing that the sentence would be commuted to 
Imprisonment. Anderson was shot the fol- 
lowing morning at sunrise. Booth was 
frenzied with rage, and it was as a result o| 
this that the plot to kill not only Lincoln but 
the entire Cabinet was formed. There wai 
more than the one man prepared to shoo( 
that night, and if the courage of the man tc 
whom was intrusted the duty of turning out 
the theater lights had not failed him thera 
would have been a general slaughter. 

"The South had nothing to do with Presi- 
dent Lincoln's assassination, and, moreover, 
Mrs. Surratt, who vras hanged for complicity 
in the crime, was an innocent woman. 1 
know it to be a fact that Chief of Secret Ser- 
vice Baker on his deathbed confessed to Sec- 
retary Stanton that Mrs. Surratt was hanged 
on perjured evidence. 

"While acting as the President's body- 
guard I was instrumental In saving the lives 
of three men who were to be shot as spies, i 
had orders from the Secretary of War never 
to permit any one to see President Lincoln 
after nightfall without an order from the Sec- 
retary of War, and not to permit any letter 
to go to the President until ii had passed 
through Secretary Stanton's hands. Three 
men— two brothers named Lampertlne ana 
a man named Ross— had been ordered shot by 
Gen. Lew Wallace at Baltimore. A brothei 
of the Lampertines, Attorney General Quinn. 
John W. Forney and Dr. Du Hammel. on the 
night before the execution was to take place, 
drove over to Washington to Dlead with Presi- 
dent Lincoln. The three men were,to be shot 
at sunrise. ' 


"The intercessors arrived at 2 o'clock in 
the morning, and with tears in their eyes 
begged me to violate orders and let them 
see the President. I Anally consented, and 
Informed the President of their request. H« 
came from his bed room in his night shirt 
and after searching the men for weapons I 
admitted them. They were successful in 
their mission, and the sentence was 'sus« 
pended until further notice. ' Had It not been, 
for this one evasion of orders on my part 
three men whom I believe are still allv* 
would have been dead that morning. " 

Lieut. Jamison related many other inter- 
esting Incidents of his war career. He has 
many valuable relics of the Lincoln family, 
ana on his present trip has with n'm tha 
dress coat worn by Lincoln at his first Inaug- 
uration. It was purchased at Chicago for 
him by Illinois friends. Mr. Jamison was 
offered $1500 for the coat by the Llbby Prison 
Museum at Chicago. He also has autographic! 
letters addressed to himself from the martyr 
President, Mrs. Lincoln and Robert T. Lin- 
coln; also a carved cane symbolizing the 
proclamation of emancipation, bearing this 

"Presented by Mrs. Lincoln to J. B. Jami- 
son, commanding President's escort, April 
25, 18o5. " 

Mr. Jamison now owns a large orange farm 
In Florida. After a few days' stay here ha 
wjll visit friends in York, Adams and North- 
ampton Counties. He says that he is an out- 
and-out Democrat, and has a Greeley hat 
which he has worn to every election for years 

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taining John Sherman's great speech on the 
silver question. In full, can be purchased at 
the counting room of this paper, wrapped and 
ready lor mailing, at 6c pec coy*. 

J WK I u h T 


A Lieutenant's Reminiscences of the 

President's Assassination. 

A Florida Aran Who Commanded the 
PicKcd Company of Men Selected 
to Guara the President— How 
Secretary Stanton Over- 
ruled the Order of 

Ills Chief. . - 

From the Philadelphia Times. 

Lieut. James B. __Jiirajsoni of Lake 
Como, Putnam county, Fla., is in the 
city as the guest of City Treasurer 
George D. McCreary. 

Mr. Jamison was lieutenant and real- 
ly sole commander and captain of the 
Union Light Guard which acted toward 
the close of the civil war as body guard 
to Abraham Lincoln. He was seen yes- 
terday at Mr. McCreary's otiice in the 
city hall, aud told an interesting story 
of the origin of his command and the 
duties performed by it. He also re- 
lated a number of hitherto unpublished 
facts iu regard to President Lincoln's 

"The Union Light Guard," he said, 
"was composed of men selected by Gov- 
ernor Tod of Ohio, to act as bodyguard 
to President Lincoln alter the Confeder- 
ate cause was considered hopeless, and 
there were rumors afloat that there 
would be an attempt upon the presi- 
dent's life. It was composed of picked 
men. one from each county of the state 
of Ohio. At the time of its organization 
I was aide to the governor of Ohio, to 
which post I had been appointed in rec- 
ognition of my services ai. Shilota. r lhe 
body was a mounted one. • We had bare- : 
ly reached Washington when the cap- 
tain and first lieutenant were court mar- 
tialed and dismissed from the service, 
and I succeeded to the command and 
continued there until the body was dis- 
banded, but never received my proper 


"My first orders upon reaching Wash- 
ington came from Secretary of V\ ar 
Stanton and were to escort President 
Lincoln from the White. House to the 
president's country home on the Poto- 
mac. With my command I proceeded to 
the White House and announced my 
errand to the president. He objected 
most emphatically to having an armed 
escort, atsertiug that there was no dan- 
ger; that he didn't need or want a body- 
guard. In fact he positively declined to 
leave the White House under escort. As 
he was the president and I but a lieuten- 
ant 1 did not feel justified in carrying 
him off bodily, so 1 said to him that \o 
neglect to carry out orders was a serious 
matter to an army officer, and asked 
him for some piece of writing to show 
that my orders had been countermanded 
by the president himself. The presi- 
dent picked up a slip of paper not over 
two inches square and wrote upon it: 

•• -I decline to accept the escort of a body- 
guard. Abraham Lincoln.' 


"I then ordered my command back to 
barracks, and awaited developments. 
They wire not long in coming. Inside, 
of an hour a messenger came post haste 
with orders that 1 appear before the sec- 
retary of war. When 1 reached his of- 
fice Stanton swung around in his chair 
and demanded, in his fiercest, manner, 
why I had failed to obey orders by not 
esoorting the president to his home on 
the Potomac. I responded that the 
president himself had countermanded 
the order, at the same time presenting 
the slip of paper. Stanton glanced at 

It, lOie lb IUIU Oiiiti, l.ikuuw* wviu-Bp 

threw them into my face. Then he ex- 

" 'Sir, take your command and do as 
you were ordered. Escort the president 
whether he likes it oi not, aud neglect 
to do so at your peril.' 

"Again I took my command to the 
White House and explained my instruc- 
tions to the president. With evident re- 
luctance the president accepted my 
escort and the trip to the country was 
made. From that time to within two 
weeks of the assassination the Light 
Guard continued as the president's body 

"About two weeks prior to his assas- 
sination the Light Guard, at the urgent 
request of President Lincoln, was re- 
lieved from escort duty and used as 
mounted orderlies. On the nierht of 
Lincoln's assassination, with ten of my 
men, I was stationed but a few blocks 
away when the rumor came up the street 
that Seward had been assassinated. 
shouldn't die in a saloon. 

"I hurried my command to Ford's 
theater. Just as 1 reached there the 
president was carried across the street. 
The men who carried him first started 
to carry him into a saloon, but were 
stopped'by the proprietor of the place, 
who said: 

•' 'Don't brintr him in here. Take him 
up stairs. It shouldn't be said that the 
president of the United States died in a 

"The building was a two story brick 
one, just across the street from the thea- 
ter, and the president was carried to the 
second s'.ory. I formed my little body 
of men at the doorway to keep out all 
intruders, and sent for reinforcements. 
That night I turned back congressmen, 
senators and generals. At about 2 
o'clock General Meigs, chief quar- 
termaster general, came to the 
door and asked me if I would 
like to see the president before he 
breathed his last. I answered that as I 
had been close to his side, and his pro- 
tector for nearly two years, and was 
greatly attached to him, 1 certainly 
should. When I entered the room, Sur- 
geon General Barnes was standing at his 
bedside, and a moment "later he called 
Mrs. Lincoln, and, as we stood there, 
the president died. 

"I have seen in print many stories of 
the plot against Lincoln's life, many of 
them blaming the South, but never the 
true one. The facts are that Booth had 
a very dear actor friend, named Ander- 
son, who was condemned to be shot as a 
spy. Prior to that time Booth aud Lin- 
coln had been friends. A strong effort 
was made in Anderson's behalf, so 
strong that a cabinet meeting was held, 
and in some way Booth managed to ap- 
pear at the meeting and plead with tears 
in his eyes for his friend's life. 


"He left the meeting with the under- 
standing that the sentence would be 
commuted to imprisonment. Anderson 
was shot the following morning- at sun- 
rise. Bootii was frenzied with rage, and 
it was as a result of this that the plot to 
kill not only Lincoln, but the entire cab- 
inet was formed. There was more than 
one man prepared to shoot that night, 
and if the courage of the man to whom 
was intrusted the duty of turning out 
the theater lights had not failed him 
there would have been a general slaugh- 

"The South had nothing to do with 
President Lincoln's assassination, and, 
moreover, Mrs. Surratt, who was hanged 
for complicity in the crime, was an in- 
nocent woman. I know it to be a fact 
that Chief of Secret Service Baker on his 
death bid confessed to Secretary Stanton 
that Mrs. Surratt was hanged on per- 
jured evidence. 

"While acting as the president's body- 
guard I was instrumental in saving the 
lives of three men who were to be shot 

as spies. 1 had orders from the secre- 
tary of war never to permit any one to 
see President Lincoln after nightfall 
without an order from the secretary of 
war, and not to permit any letter to go 
to the president until it had passed 
through Secretary Man ton's hands. 
Three men— two brothers named Lam- 
pertine and a man named Ross — had 
beeu ordered shot by General Lew Wal- 
lace at Baltimore. A brother of the 
Lampestines. Attorney General Quinn, 
John W. Forney aud Dr. Du Hammel, 
on the night before the execution was 
to take place, drove over to Washing- 
ton to plead with President Lincoln. | 
The three men were to be shot at sun- 


"The intercessors arrived at 3 o'clock 
in the morning, and with tears iu their 
eyes begged me to violate orders and let 
them see the president. I finally con- 
sented and informed the president of 
their request. He came from his bed- 
room in his nightshirt, and after search- 
ing the mcu for weapons I admitted 
them. They were successful in their 
mission and the sentence was 'sus- 
pended until further notice.' Had it 
not been for this one evasion of orders 
on my Dart three men whom I believe 
are still alive would have been dead 
that morning." 

Lieutenant Jamison related many 
other interesting incidents of his 
war career. Ife has many valua- 
ble relies of the Lincoln family and on 
his present trip has with him the dress 
coat worn by Lincoln at his iirst inaugu- 
ration. It was purchased at Chicago for 
him by Illinois friends. Mr. 

Jamison " was offered §1,500 for 
the coat by the Libby Prison 
museum at Chicago. He also had auto- 
graphic letters addressed to himself 
from the martvi .president, Mrs- Luucom 
and Robert T. iuincoln; also a carved 
' cane symbolizing the proclamation of 
emancipation, bearing this inscription: 
"Presented by Mrs. Lincoln to J. B. 
Jamison, commanding president's es- 
cort, April :.'">, 18U3." 

Mr. Jamison uow owns a large orange 
farm iu Florida. After a few days' stay 
here he will visit friends in York. Adams 
and Korthampton counties. He says 
that he is an out-and-out Democrat, and 
has a Greeley hat which he has worn to 
every election for years back- 

J W K I G H T 

He Helped Carry JLincoln Out 

of Ford's Theatre 

STONE, until recently- 
chief clerk in the Quar- 
termaster's Depot in Chicago, 
and still hale and hearty and 
going strong after fifty-seven years' con- 
tinuous government service, was one of 
the men who helped carry the wounded 
Lincoln out of Ford's Theatre the night 
of April 14, 1865. His memory of that 
occasion is still fresh and distinct, and 
he talked about it for readers of Farm 
and Fireside, for this, the fifty- 
seventh anniversary month of 
Lincoln's assassination. 

Johnstone knew John Wilkes 
Booth, the man who shot Lin- 
coln, by sight, and remembers 
him as a handsome man. On the 
afternoon of April 14, 1865, he 
saw hirn coming out of a 
saloon. In the light of 
what happened later his 
thoughts went back to 
that incident, and he re- 
called it was said that 
Booth was a drinking man. 

ATTHIS time Johnstone 
** lived just below and 
across from Ford'sTheatre, 
on Tenth Street, there be- 
tween E and F. Quoting 

"April 14, 1865, fell on 
Good Friday. A party of 
us, all young men, were 
assembled that evening 
in a friend's room playing 
cards." The place was 
diagonally across from 
Ford's, and from a window 
of the room the entrance 
to Ford's was plainly vis- 
ible. The evening was 
warm, so I left the 
game and went over 
to the window. Look- 
ing down on the thea- 
tre I saw people pour- 
ing out excitedly. 
I noticed acquaint- 
ances, saw Colonel Du 
Barry and wife com- 
ing out, the woman 
leaning on her hus- 
band. I knew some- 
thing was wrong, and 
crossed over the street. 
It was muddy, not well paved. I met Dr. 
Foster (or Forester), and he said: 

'"My God, Johnstone, they've shot 

" T ENTERED the theatre, saw actors on 
*■ the stage, noticed officers trying to get 
up to Lincoln's box (which had been locked 
by Booth), and that an arm}' officer was 
trying to climb up. The dooi was finally 
forced. The stairway was narrow, and 
only a few could help carry Lincoln down. 
My room-mate (a young fellow named 
Daggett) and I stood by the foot of the 
stairway waiting to see if we could help. 
When Lincoln was brought down, Dag- 
gett said, 'Stick in, Johnstone!' and we 
both helped to carry Lincoln our of the 

By Katherine Pope 

Who is the author of several sketches concerning Lincoln 

theatre.* I took his head, and observed 
that his eyes were closed. We carried him 
across the street to the door of Peterson's 

■"Yes, he has lived to shame mi 
from my sneer — 
To lame my pencil and confuti 

my pen — 
To make me own this hind ol 
princes peer, 
This rail-splitter, a true-born king of men!' 

During the eventful years 1863-73 
"We stayed outside, near by. Some Johnstone served his department in Wash- 
ington, residing at the Capital during that 
period. He was in his early twenties when 
he went to live in Washington, working as 
a clerk in the commissary general's office. 
During those days of stress the clerks in 
the various departments were formed into 
the War Department Rifles; were drilled, 
wore a uniform, had an armory — near the 
White House, toward the river, — held 
themselves in readiness jf needed for de- 

members of the Cabinet came, also the 
surgeon general of the army, General 

"Someone in the crowd said 
that Seward also was assassinated. 
Daggett was secretary in Seward's 
department, so we left and hur- 
ried over to Seward's house in 
Lafayette Square. He lived in a 
house that had a history — a man 
had been shot there be- 
fore. We met the Secre- 
tary of War coming out. 
Daggett said to him, 
'Mr. Secretary, is Mr. 
Seward badly injured?* 
The reply was, 'Well, 

"Wereturned to Tenth 
Street. The place was 
surrounded by soldiers; 
F Street on one side, E 
Street on the other. I 
said to one of the guards, 
who refused to let us 
through, 'But, Officer, 
we live here!' We were 
denied admission. Then 
we appealed to a su- 
perior officer, and he 
gave us an escort guard 
to see if we had actual 
residence there. We got 
admission to our rooms, 
but later returned to 
observe Peterson's 

"Plain-clothes men 
were outside. Lin- 
cob was not yet dead. 
We stayed around 
until three o'clock, 
and at that time did 
not yet know who 

HPHE city was then encircled by forts. 
*■ General Early was approaching with his 
Confederate troops, a fact known to 
Grant. The latter sent an army corps to 
defend the city, and shots were exchanged. 
Later the regiment of quartermaster's men 
was sent out, and again shots were ex- 
changed. Within the city there were fre- 
quent rumors of serious trouble, and the 
War Department Rifles were kept in 
readiness for emergencies. Johnstone re- 
calls that the evening following Lincoln's 
second inauguration there was whispering 
of an uprising by Confederate prisoners 
and Confederate sympathizers, wherefore 
the Rifles were put on guard all night at 
the armory. It proved a false alarm, and 
the men were able to return to their usual 
tasks the next morning. 

On his way to the Treasury, Johnstone 
often met President Lincoln on his way to 
the War Department. In passing, they 
would exchange greetings; that is, the 
young man would pay his respects to the 
President, and the latter acknowledge the 
courtesy. On the occasions of the Presi- 
dent's levees Mr. Johnstone shook hands 
with Lincoln. Very frequently during 
those days he saw Lincoln on the street, 
and cherishes the well-remembered pic- 
ture of that tall, gaunt figure with the 
care-worn face. 

This is Frederick Johnstone, retired 
chief clerk in the Chicago Quarter- 
master's Depot, who tells of our great 
War President as he remembers him 

the murderer was. We 

went home and slept IT WAS a common thing for Lincoln to 
and found at * go the War Department to get the latest 

a little, 

seven that Lincoln 
was still alive. He 
died shortly afterward. His body was 
then removed to the White House. 

" Business for a time was at a standstill. 
In the departments practically nothing 
was being done. Mourning was general. 
Lincoln dead, even his enemies spoke well 
of him. On all sides you heard nothing but 
good spoken. The papers that had made 
fun of his appearance and manner now 
had only praise for him. 

" In line with the last statement it seems 
well to reprint two of the stanzas from 

" You lay a wreath on murdered Lincoln's bier! 
You, who with mocking pencil wont to trace, 
Broad for the self-complacent British sneer, 
His length of shambling limb, his furrowed face I 

news in person. Johnstone recalls that 
whenever there was anything special, any 
exciting victory, the people would surge 
toward the White House, for they wanted 
to hear the word confirmed by the Presi- 
dent. Soon after the news arrived of the 
surrender of Lee, early in the forenoon the 
people surged about the White House and 
waited until Lincoln should appear and 
speak to them. Johnstone saw Lincoln 
on this occasion, and heard him address 
the crowd from the porch of the White 
House. He remembers how jubilant the 
crowd was, how happy Lincoln seemed. 
But Lincoln's joy was not that of one car- 
ried away by exultation. In that hour of 
victory the few words uttered to the wait- 
ing throng were those wherein hate was 
absent, wherein an expression was made of 
the hope for a {Continued on page 27) 


^..^...uiai, uiuustnal, and com- 
mercial life, and with such standards of 
living for the individual and family as we 
have long considered necessary to the de- 
velopment of a worthy citizenship. In 
short, we have come to the time when 
teamwork is needed; yes, imperatively. 
There must be sympathy, understanding, 
and cooperation between agriculture, in- 
dustry, and business. They are depend- 
ent upon one another. They are alike 
necessary to a well-rounded national life. 
They must work together for the good of 

THE industrial East may feel the need 
of a sympathetic and thoroughly effi- 
cient agriculture sooner than is now real- 
ized. The billions of dollars which we 
have loaned to Europe must be paid not in 
gold but in goods which compete with our 
own manufacturers and which are pro- 
duced at a cost far below our own. To 
meet such competition our own people 
must have the cheapest possible food. 1 he 
farmer's place in industrial enterprise thus 
becomes increasingly important. 

The paradox of our present large food 
surplus notwithstanding, we are fast ceas- 
ing to become a food-exporting nation. 
The startling rapidity of our industrial 
growth points to the approaching need of 
a materially increasing production. En- 
larged production may be brought about 
in two ways: There are still large areas of 
land which may be brought under the 
plow — not easily or cheaply but as need 
may require and prices justify. And 
larger yields may be had from the lands 
already under cultivation, by the practice 
of more intensive method s. In either case 
the consumer cannot hope to buy food as 
cheaply in the future as in the past, un- 
less there be large reductions in the costs 
of producing that food, and when I say 
costs of production I mean also costs of 
marketing, for production and marketing 
are inseparable. In its own interest, 
therefore, and for its own benefit, the 
consuming public must aid in making 
available to the farmer every facility and 
business device which may help him in 
reducing production costs. 

WITHOUT meaning that they shall 
be all-inclusive, I venture to suggest 
certain things that ought to be done to 
foster our agriculture, not for the selfish 
benefit of the farmer, but for the benefit of 
all the people. In some cases legislative 
action will be required; in others, adminis- 
tration by government and state agencies; 
in still others, cooperation both between 
the farmers themselves and between farm- 
ers and other groups. 

First, in the administration of our credit 
machinery, whether by government agen- 
cies or otherwise, the effect on agriculture 
must be given more consideration than in 
the past. , . 

Second, credit for productive and im- 
provement purposes must be made avail- 
able to the farmer on terms which the 
seasonal character of agricultural produc- 
tion makes necessary. 

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MAGGS BROS., 34 & 35, Conduit Street, London, W. 143 

Death and Funeral. 

2644 LINCOLN (Abraham, 1809-1S65). President of the United Stales. 
Liberator of the Slaves. Assassinated by J. Wilkes Booth, an Actor. 

A contemporary account of his death and funeral contained in two 
very long autograph letters from Mrs. EUen_ Kean. the actress, written 
whilst touring the United States in 1865; also commenting critically on 
the state of America at the close of the Civil War. 

Together 17J pp., 4to; dated from New York and Baltimore April 
and May, 1865. 

Also the rare privately printed pamphlet (limited issue) entitled 
" Death and Funeral of Abraham Lincoln;' in which the above letters 
are printed, to which is added a Prefatory Note by John Drinkwater, 
author of " Abraham Lincoln;' a play. Comprising 27 pp., 4to, original 
wrapper. London, 192 1. 

The whole handsomely bound together in new full levant morocco 
extra, lettered on side and back. * i0 

This contemporary account by Miss Ellen Kean, tile famous actress, is Perhaps 
one of the most graphic descriptions of the death and funeral ol Abraham Lincoln, 
and of the subsequent events, that has ever been written. 

In April 1865. Mr. and Mrs. Kean, with then- theatrical company were in 
New York when the terrible news arrived ol the shooting of the President Abraham 
Lincoln by J Wilkes Booth, an actor, at Ford's Theatre, Washington on 14th April, 
The assassin belonging to the theatrical profession and being the son of Junius Brutus 
Boot ho famous "actor and rival of Edmund Kean, made the tragedy ol more than 
special importance to them, and they felt they were to some extent personally impli- 
cated in it all. 

Two days after the assassination Mrs. Kean commenced a very long letter to 
her daughter Mary informing her of the tragedy, giving a vivid account of the death 
of Lincoln, the flight of John Wilkes Booth, the assassin, the excitement "djratli 
that ensued in America and especially against all those connected with the stage, ,tto 
Srrible vengeance promised to be wreaked on Booth if taken, the grief ami mo ,ur ng 
of the populace; further as to the arrangements for the funeral of the 1 resident 
rumourl of the'murderer being arrested but that the Government ™" "™£> « 
the fact fearing the mob, that petitions were being prepared in Wnshv ng -to a h 

hamring of every Southern sympathiser, the draping o the City with black likewise 
the Thintres; the terrible affliction frit bv the assassin's mother (he being be h1 
son), and bis actor brother Edwin Booth, the latter declaring he will never act again, 
meetings of those connected with the stage to proclaim their loyalty with the North 

(Continued over). 



MAGGS BROS., 34 & 35. Conduit Street, London, W. 

Lincoln (Abraham) — continued. 

and their abhorrence of the crime; allegations of the arre.-l ol many of the employees 
of the Washington Theatre, and that all was confusion and mystery. 

Mrs. Kean also gives her daughter most interesting news concerning their 
own experiences connected with the Tour, she criticises uij-i adversely the American 
Theatrical Managers with whom they had dealings, the upset oi their arrangements 
by the murder of Lincoln, but "brief or no grief tiny will fluck to the piny"; h 1T 
dislike of America and the " Yankee?" in general, the terrible high price-, charged 
for various necessary articles of dress; and (hat after their journey oi nearly forty 
thousand miles, through which they had been merciful]) preserved through main 
perils, they were looking most anxiously to returning home lo England. The writing 
oi this letter extended over three day:,, ami is graphically descriptive. 

ii .ii 


A month later Mis. Kean wrote from Baltimore an almost equally leii"! 
letter (likewise extending over three days) to an KnglMi | ; ,dv friend, Miss Sherri 
giving her further particulars concerning the death ■■! the I'i . -i.Knt .Mid the efi'i 
on the American public; also vividly describing the lying m state and' funeral t 
ceremonial arrangements of which she detail- and most advei -. ■!.■ , riticises She 1 1, 
mentions that Jefferson Davis ha I just been aviotcd, and di.-eu-^es the allci 
as to his implication in the murder plot; she also t.. the trial of till 
spirators which was then proceeding. In the concluding i-.m n of the lette 
comments at some length on the unsettled an. I angry m Ue oi the |k-ople in connection 
with the recently ended civil war. The terrible eoiiditmu ■>■ i!..- States affected her 
greatly, and she ends the letter by stating: — 

England is Hie only hind to lire in." 

These two letters are printed for the first time iii il..- pi ir.iielv issued pamphlet 
(limited to 50 copies), to which is added a Prefatory V.t. t , John Drinkwater, 
author of " Ibraham Lincoln," a play which has been ., d a- the finest dramatic 
representation of one who was the greatest ol .;11 I 'i«-.sideiils except perhaps 


Civil War. 

•G45 A very fine D.S. " Abraham Lincoln," . - President. i page, 

foho (vellum). Dated from Washington, 6th Fc-bruarv, ibU2. Counter- 
signed by Edwin M. Stanton, Secretary of War. With seal. 

Ot .v.t-s-dev.'.blo utt-:rc<t. boins: the im ir.t • • > -,i ._ _.. 

The document is in a fine state oi prv>er\..i. ',.:••.. ,. i .1,1 .specimen ot 
the President'^ very rare signature. It i- hi-aded «i; ; , i I ■■ \ .. .n eagle, ami at 
foot is engraved a grouping of thus and various <;..)i....- .,i *.;i\ 



Benjamin Howard in the following year Mv . i 
Regiment of Artillery. 

. - ii . ;' the Fourth 


May, 1863 

•' C, ;;. M, 
a Staff Officer.' 

Autograph Note Signed, i page, 12m 

f K niuiid n lit i 

Washington, iStli 
£21 .. ..: to him ,: 


ke^ (LWVs 

30 April :°c: 

New York 
Metropolitian Hotel 

My Darling Mary: 

Your letter of the 12 April reached us yesterday- 
s' the mistake with rcqard to your London address 
rests with your self for it was copied into my 
address book by Patty from one of your own letters. 
But I must add that you do write so precious badly 
sometimes I think it is difficult to know whether 
the word be street or road However we will mend 
our ways and you had better mend your pen. 
The murder of Mr. Lincoln & the consequent morninq 
have thrown every thing into sixes and sevens . 
Business is bad, people are wobegone or else brutally 
savage & blood thirsty. The entire city is draped in 
morning & I walk about with a crape bow on my left 
arm. Last night John Clark the brother in law of Mr. 
Ed. Booth was taken fro^ his bed with cut any cause 5. 
Carried off tc Washington. In fact the arrests are 
so numerious & mysterious that a reiqn of terror is 
dreaded by the more sober minded. Mo one is safe 
now in the country. In this state of affairs have 
we made our first appearance & ihspite of ell have done 

great business. The prices are and about 

seven thousand dollars ,,( the is it 1.400) have been 
taken in nightly. Last evening beinq injured by a 
deluge of rain from 5 o'clock to 10 on our opening. 


The delay caused by- 
serious flop to me for I have beer, oblidged to 3raw 
upon the contract agent here to the amount of $3,000. 
before acting at all, so I commence iridebt which of 
course will prevent me sending home much money at 
the close of my eleven nights next Monday 8 May. 
We were then engaged to visit, Philadelphia, Baltimore 
& Washington under the management of Mr. Cord in whose 
Theatre in the last named City the Assassination took 
place, but he is in close confix ement & nobody allowed 
to see him, so all that arrangements has fallen through 
& I am left with three weeks on my hands with nothing 
to do. I think we shall go to Albany for 4 nights & 
then perhaps I may return here & give a couple of read- 
ings before we strike off for the West. Cincinnati, 
St. Louis, & Chicago. Were to have half the nightly 
receipts every where except in Boston where we 
commence an engagement of 12 perf ormances on the 2 5 
September & there we are to have $50C.00each night, 
which in English money is Lb 100. Have you yet seen 
the photographs of Patty & Uncle Charles in Tropical 
costumes which I sent from Jamacia. 

We will see if we can manage to send ever the coral set 
& Mrs. Frasers broach out of coral. You mast not 
wear them until you have taken to a good jeweler or it 
will unstring as Pattys lid & you may lose come of them, 

Mr. Cophins is laid up with gout. Fatty Us not 

yet sufficient number cf beaux to male hex merry. 

Mama is so so & Fapj is languid and Jepressed. I fancy 

gout is mingling with ,;,y v,i 

xu.» ,.., blood. Oh hov, glad I shall 

be to get out of the dreadfuil country, 

that ends well/ 

hih a 1 1 « 

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Details ol the Tragedy Never Before 
12.. V published. |S>V 

A story of President Abraham Lincoln's as- 
sassiaatloa corftalnlng lacts never before 
printed was told to a Globe- Democrat re- 
3>prter yesterday by WUUam_T 1 JCent. ol the 
inspector General's office. War Department, 
Washington, D. C. Mr. Kent has been in the 
city two days, and. though ^silking noto- 
riety, asked the privilege oi adding a little to 
, the stock of history in connection with the 
i martyred President's life. Mr. Kent said; 
t "Being desirous of seeing Gen. U. S. Grant, 
f who was to occupy a box at Ford's Theater 
I on that memorable nignt, 1 secured a seat in 
i the dress circle opposite the presidential box. 
It happened that Gen. Grant was called awaj 
that afternoon, thereby disappointing the 
audience. Laura Keene was playing in the 
American Cousin. At the critical moment a 
single actor held the boards. TCClting a solilo- 
quy of some kind. The sounds of a door being 
opened and of footsteps came from the upper 
box, in which were the President's party, 
which at the time I paid no attention to. A 
moment after a pistol shot followed, but , as 
was the case with others, 1 thought the shot 
was part of the play for a minute, believing 
it to come from behind thescenes. Then a 
man clambered over the railing of the pox, 
and quickly lowered himself with the aid ol 
the American flags and draperies to the stage 
"At this point most of the priated ^storiea 
dlfler. Booth stumbled as he descended , but 
recovered himself. Turning to face tne gath- 
ering in front o! him, he lifted his right 
hand, with which he held a dagger, and 
shouted 'Sio semper lyranmsV Then it oc- 
curred to me like a flash that the autics were 
those oi an assassin. I ran to the lower box 
and mounted the stairs. Maj. Rathbone and 
others lifted Mr. Lincoln out of the chair ana 
» placed him ' tenderly on the floor- Mrs. 
Lincoln said frantically, 'My God, he is 
,; dead!' several times. I tried to pacify her, 
saying that he was only stunned. A gentie- 
S'man went to the front of the box and 
said, 'Is there a surgeon in the 
I house?' A man who was on the stage re- 
t sponded and climbed up the draperies and 
fyer the railing. He glanced at the wounded 
t\an and tsked lor a knife. I pulled mine 
\ \t. ana with a quick motion -the surgeon 
\ Vde a cut. baring the upper portion of the 
»\\y The clothes were literally cut in half . 
if o wound was found there, and a closer ex- 
! aminatlou revealed that the bullet entered 
the head behind the left ear. From the loca- 
tion of the wound I would Judge that Booth 
held the pistol in his left hand. Laura Keene 
' came up fa the meantlme^andthe President's 
head was raised to re3t on her lap. She as- 
' sured Mrs. Lincoln that he was not dead, and 
tried to force some water down bis throat, 
having brought a glassful from the stage. 
The lips were already set in death, however. 

That was between 9 and 9:30. 

"goon after the body was carried out, and 
I went to my boarding house on E street. Just 
below Tenth. Delegate (now Senator) Hitch- 
cock, of Nebraska, also boarded there. I in- 
tended to spread the news, but found that I 
had dropped the latch key, probably when I 
took out my knife in the theater box. I hur- 
riea back, pushed through the crowd outside 
of the theater and up to the box. The in- 
terior of the auditorium was deserted, and 
the lights were turned low. I moved m/ioot 
around in searching for the key, and struck a 
hard object. It was a single- barrel Derring- 
er with a good bore, a muzzle-loader, and 
about the size of my hand. I took the pistol 
with me, and gave it to L, A. Gobrjght, agent 
for the Associated Press. • 

"When Booth, dagger In nand, hurried 
across the stage In a northeasterly direction, 
Wlcher, one of the musicians, who was in the 
rear of the stage, happened to be in his way . 
Booth still grasped the dagger and slashed at 
the man. The knife went through the coat 
and the vest and came out some Inches below, 
but the shoulder was not pierced and not a 
drop of blood was shed, When Booth had 
made his exit It was quickly learned that 
l Peanut John, a youag leUow about 17 years 
1 old had held the assassin's horse behind the 
: theater. The Infuriated crowa pounced on 
the boy, and but for the lact that a police 
station was a olock away he would have been 
lynched. There were many cries of 'Hang 
him.' When John had recovered his senses 
he Bald that "Booth had simply: told him to 
hold the animal, and when the excited mur. 
derer returned thirty minutes later he 
knocked John out of the way, mounted the 
horse and sped away." 

Mr Kent was In Government employ at 
ithe time. The next day he was called on to 
testify about the pistol. • There has been 
imuch difference Of opinion telatlva to where 
the Latin words quoted above was Ut- 
tered even Proprietor Ford, of tho theater, 
maintaining that Booth was in tho box when 
he used them . Mr. Kent is positive that ha 
made use of the words while on the stage, 
and his belief Is strengthened by the fact that 
the .utterance ol. the phrase made .him 

aware that the shot was intended for 
the beloved President. Speaslng ot Spang- 
ler, the stage carpenter, who was convloted 
of being an accessory, and sentenced to the 
Dry Tortugas Islands. Mr. Kent remarked 
that He believed him innocent. He was 
charged with making a slot and bar for the 
box car, by means of which, when closed, 
exit or entranoe was impossible. Mr. Kent 
says that Spangler was an Ignorant, bloated 
fellow, and not the kind that would take a 
contract ol that kind. He also says that the 
pale face and black hair of Booth made an 
ineffaceable Impression , and that la after years 
when he saw the American Cousin rendered, 
he trembled violently at the passage where 




Knox, Janes S, 

/i.Jjc^J.-O.A^ t 




HEX President Lincoln was shot 
in Ford's Theatre in Washing- 
ion on the evening of "April 11, 
1865. a young medical student, ' a 
graduate of Princeton University, who 
was sitting just beneath the President's 
box, saw the tragedy and took an" ac- 
tive part in the pursuit of Wilkes 
[Booth, the assassin. Two days later 
this young student. James Suydam 
Knox, wrote a letter to his father in 
which he graphically described the 
tragedy and told of the part which he 
played in the episode. 

Knox died in .1802, and his -^idow 
has recently presented to Princeton a 
copy of this interesting letter, which, 
so far as can be learned, has never 
come to the attention of Lincoln biog- 
raphers. It appeared In print for the 
first time in. The Princeton Alumni 
Weekly during the last week. 

It will be remembered that Booth had 
entered the President's box from the 
rear,' and, after shooting the President, 
jumped from the box to the stage and 
made his escape through the back 
door. Knox seems to have been one of 
the few in the theatre who realized 
what had happened, and he was one of 
two men who tried tq capture Booth. 

On Sunday, April 10. 1865, Mr. Knox 
wrote to his father as follows: 

Washington, D. C April 16. 1SU5. 

Dear Father:. It is with sad feelings 
that I take up my pen to address you. 
Last' Friday night at 10 o clock T wit- 
nessed the aaouesL. tragedy ever enacted 
In this country. Notwithstanding my 
promise to you not to visit the theatre, 
I could not resist the temptation to see 
General Grant and the President, ana 
when the curtain at Ford's rose on the 
play of " Our American Cousin my 
roemmate and 1 were seated in the sec- 
ond row of orchestra seats Just beneatli 
the President's box. The President en- 
tered the theatre at 8:.'i0 o clock amid 
deafening cheers and the rising of all. 
Everything was cheerful, and never was 
our Magistrate more enthusiastically 
welcomed or more happy. Many pleas- 
ant allusions were made to him in the 
play, to which the audience gave deat- 
ening responses, while Mr. Lincoln 
laughed heartily and bowed frequently 
to the gratified people. Just after the 
third act, and before the scenes were 
shifted, a muffled pistol shot was heard, 
and a man sprang wildly from the na- 
tional box, partially tearing down the 
flag, then shouting. ' Sic semper 
tyrannls.' the South is avenged, with 
brandished dagger rushed across the 
stage and disappeared. The whole the- 
atre was paralyzed. 

But two men sprang for the stage, a 
Mr Stewart and myself. Both of us 
were familiar with the play, and sus- 
pected the fearful tragedy. We rushed 
after the murderer, and Mr. Stewart, 
being familiar with the passages. 

reached the rear door in time to see nun 

spring on his horse and ride oft. I be- 
I came lost amind the scenery and was 

obliged to return. My roommate had 
followed me and secured the murderers 
hat. The shrill cry of murder trom Mrs. 
Lincoln first roused the terrified audi- 
ence and in an instant the uproar was 
terrible. The silence of death was 
broken bv shouts of "Kill """• 
" Hang him! " and strong men wept ana 
cursed and tore the seats in the im- 
potence of their anger, while Mrs. Lin- 
coln on her knees, uttered shriek atter 
shriek at the feet of the dying Presi- 
dent. , , i .. 

Finally the theatre was cleared and the 
President removed. Still greater was the 
excitement in the city. Rumors of the 
murder of Secretary Seward and his son 
reached us as we gained the street. 
Mounted patrols dashed everywhere, 
bells tolled the alarm, and excited 
crowds rushed about the avenues. De- 
spair was on every countenance, and 
black horror brooded over the city. Until 
long after midnight I was detained at 
Police Headquarters, giving my evidence, 
and when I sought my room, in a dis- 
tant part of the city, dark clouds had 
gathered in the heavens, and soldiers 
sternly paced their patrol. 

May 1 never see another such night. T 
could not sleep. I could not think, till 
thought was weary and in despair 
thought again- Yesterday morning. the 
President died. At 8 ::«» o'clock the kind- 
est noblest, truest heart ceased to beat 
ami Abraham Lincoln was dead. * * • 
Andrew Johnson has been sworn. Uis 
speech was simple: " The duties are now 
mine: the results are God's." I trust he 
may perform his task faithfully, but. oh, 
for the confidence' and the hope that we 
bad in Lincoln ! Like a Ship without a 
rudder is the nation tossed. Outwardly 
are we quiet, but in each heart what 
terror misgiving, and despair. * • • 


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(<i.Y\t>*> ITkv*vA£ 

Portion of letter from James S. Knox to hi* father, the 
Rev. John P. Knox, in which he describes the murder of 
Abraham^ Lincoln in Ford's. Theater. 1 — 


Lincoln Shooting Horror Told 

A Chicago woman's grand- 
father saw Abraham Lincoln 
murdered and wrote a dramatic 
account of the tragic night of 
April 14, 1865. 

The account is contained in 
a letter from James S. Knox to 
his father, the Rev. John P. 
Knox. It now is in the Library 
of Congress. 

James Knox was the grand- 
father of Mrs. John W. Root, 
1366 N. Dearborn, wife of a 
prominent architect. Her story 

Picture on Page 25. 

of the letter and its author was 
retold as Illinois prepared to 
celebrate Lincoln's Birthday 

In the letter, Knox admits 
that in going to Ford's Thea- 
ter in Washington, he broke a 
promise to his father, a strict 
Presbyterian minister. 
Couldn't Resist 

"I could not resist the tempta- 
tion to see Gen. Grant and the 
President," he wrote. 

From his second-row seat be- 
neath the President's box, he 
observed events of the evening. 

The President was cheered 
and responded to the gratified 
audience, Knox wrote, continu- 

"Just after the third act, and 
before the scenes were shifted, 
a muffled pistol shot was heard, 
and a man sprang wildly from 
the national box, partially tear- 
ing down the flag, then shout- 
ing 'sic semper tyrannis, the 
South is avenged' with bran- 
dished dagger rushed across the 
stage and disappeared. The 
whole theater was paralized 
[sic]." | 

Gives Chase 

Knox was one of two men 
who jumped on the stage and 

wept, and cursed, and tore the 
seats in the impotence of their 
anger, while Mrs. Lincoln, on 
her knees uttered shriek after 
shriek at the feet of the dying 

Excitement Described 
Later, "mounted patrols dashed 
everywhere, bells tolled the 
alarm, and excited crowds rushed 
about the avenues. Black horror 
brooded over the city." 

Knox was questioned by po- 
lice and afterward spent a sleep- 
less night going over in his mind 
the events of the evening. 

Knox was born in Utica, 
N.Y., in 1846. Soon after his 
graduation from Princeton Uni- 
versity, he joined a New Jer- 
sey division in the Civil War. 
He was wounded in battle, 
according to his daughter, Mar- 
ian Knox, who now lives in 
Florida. While awaiting rescue, 
Knox developed pneumonia. 
Eventually, he was assigned to 
duty with the War Department 
in Washington. 

A chance assignment to de- 
liver a document to Lincoln con- 
firmed Knox's admiration for 
the President. While awaiting 
Lincoln's reply, he made a 
sketch of the President. Miss 
Knox still has the sketch. 

In 1871, while Chicagoans 
were clearing away rubble from 
the Great Fire, Knox and his 
wife moved to the city. He built 
a home which still stands at 14 

S. Loomis. . __ 

. rushed after the assassin, but 
k Knox got lost in the scenery 
and went back to his seat. 

"The shrill cry of murder 
from Mrs. Lincoln first roused 
the horrified audience," the let- 
ter continues, "and in an instant 
the uproar was terrible. 
| 'The ! silence of death was 
Broken by shouts of 'kill hirn,', 
A ^angT^mi' an<i strong ""men] 

He practiced medicine here 
and became a professor of 
women's and children's diseases 
at Rush Medical College. 

The letter, which was writ- 
ten only a day after Lincoln 
was shot, was returned to him 
by his father. Dr. Knox passed 
the letter along to Miss Knox, 
who gave it to the Library of 












An Eye-Witness Account 
of Lincoln's Assassination 

The following eye-witness account of the assassination of 

Abraham Lincoln in Ford's theater is taken from the 

Saturday Review, which published it by permission of 

Mrs. John W. Root of Chicago. The author, Mr. 

Knox, was Mrs. Root's grandfather. 

^vxo* s !T&*vv«i s 

Dear Father: It is with 
sad feelings that I take up 
my pen to address you. Last 
Friday night at 10 o'clock, I 
witnessed the saddest trage- 
dy ever enacted in this coun- 
try. Notwithstanding my 
promise to you not to visit 
the theater, 
I could not 
resist the 
t e mptation 
to see Gen- 
eral Grant 
and the 
P resident, 
and when 
the curtain 
at Ford's 
rose on the 
play of Our 
American Lincoln 
Cousin my roommate and I 
were seated on the secqnd 
row of orchestra seats, just 
beneath the President's box. 

The President entered the 
theater at 8V2 o'ck, amid 
deafening cheers and the ris- 
ing of all. Everything was 
cheerful, and never was our 
magistrate more enthusiasti- 
cally welcomed or more 
happy. Many pleasant allu- 
sions were made to him in 
the play, to which the au- 
dience gave deafening re- 
sponses, while Mr. Lincoln 
laughed heartily and bowed 
frequently to the gratified 
people. Just after the 3d 
act, and before the scenes 
were shifted, a muffled pis- 
tol shot was heard, and a 
man sprang wildly from the 
national box, partially tear- 
ing down the flag, then 
shouting " 'sjc sempter ty- 
rannus,' the south is 
avenged" with brandished 
dagger rushed across the 
stage and disappeared. The 
whole theater was para- 

BUT TWO men sprang 
for the stage, a Mr. Stewart 
and myself. Both of us were 
familiar with the play, and 
suspected the fearful trage- 
dy. We rushed after the 
murderer, and Mr. Stewart 
being familiar with the 
pasages, reached the rear 
door in time to see him 
spring on his horse and ride 

off — I became lost amid the 
scenery and was obliged to 

The shrill cry of murder 
from Mrs. Lincoln first 
roused the horrified au- 
dience, and in an instant 
the uproar was terrible. 
The silence of death was 
broken by shouts of "kill 
him" and strong men wept, 
and cursed, and tore the 
seats in the impotence of 
their anger. 

Finally the theater was 
cleared and the President re- 
moved. Still greater was the 
excitement in the city. Ru- 
mors of the murder of Secy 
Seward and his son reached 
us as we gained the street. 
Mounted patrols dashed 
every where, bells tolled the 
alarm, and excited crowds 
rushed about the avenues. 
Despair was on every coun- 
tenance, and black horror 
brooded over the city. Until 
long after midnight I was 
detained at Police Hd Qrs, 
giving my evidence, and 
when I sought my room, in 
a distant part of the city — 
dark clouds had gathered in 
the heavens, and soldiers 
sternly paced their patrol. 

YESTERDAY morning the 
President died. At 8 y 2 o'ck, 
the kindest, noblest, truest 
heart ceased to beat, and 
Abraham Lincoln was dead 
. . . Bitter, bitter will be the 
tears of repentance. 

Andrew Johnson has been 
sworn. His speech was 
simple. "The duties now are 
mine, the results are God's." 
I trust he may perform his 
task faithfully, but oh, for 
the confidence, and the hope 
that we had in Lincoln. Like 
a ship without a rudder is 
the nation tossed. Out- 
wardly are we quiet, but in 
each heart, what despair. 

But I must cease — Lotta 
and Will R— left here Fri- 
day night. I presume by this 
.time they are with you. 
From them you can learn of 
me better than I can write. 
Love to all. 

Your affec son 

Jas S. Knox 
(Washington, April 15, 1865) 




Unwfe, "3^* e - 

FEBRUARY 12, 1940 







No. 209 


OH, I've something dreadful to tell 
you. The President has been 
shot by our Wilkes Booth!" 

Thus one April day in 1865, Head- 
master John TC. TjiTflfr , of old Milton 
Academy, down 
in Maryland, 
broke the news to 
his family that 
Abraham Lincoln 
had been assassi- 
nated — by a for- 
mer pupil of the 

The Maryland 
I teacher was the 
i paternal grand- 
father of Doyles- 
I town High princi- 
Jpal Miss M. Eliz- 
Misa Lamb abeth Lamb. 

Just five years earlier, according 
to Miss Lamb, to whom this history 
was passed down, there had been 
at the Republican Convention in 
Chicago a lumberman by the name 
of Francis S. Corcoran. He was, 
she relates, one of a small delega- 
tion which approached Lincoln to 
ask if he would accept nomination 
to the Presidency. 

Francis S. Corcoran was Miss 
Lamb's grandfather on her mother's 

Miss Lamb says Corcoran was 
a personal friend of Lincoln, and was 
remarked to look like the famous 
man. It was said, relates the Doyles- 
town principal, that Abe comment-, 
ed on the supposed resemblance, 
and jested to Corcoran that he felt 
sorry for him. 

Miss Lamb's mother was once 
forced to flee from Maryland with 
her lumberman father when angry 
Southerners threatened Corcoran 
because of anti-slavery activities. 
Miss Lamb's other grandfather was 
also an abolitionist. 

She says the schoolmaster recall- 
ed Booth as having been brilliant 
in English and reading. Miss Lamb's 
father was a schoolfellow of Booth's. 
He also heard Lincoln's address at 

Question: Does Miss Lamb think 
earlier American history is playing 
second fiddle in the minds of school 
students because of all the world 
doings of the moment? Answer: 
Yes, and profitably, because it is, 
certainly our complex current his-' 
tory with which we are most im- 
mediately concerned. 

But this trend or any other, says 
the Doylestown principal, will never 
dim the light that is Abraham Lin- 


On the train from Cincinnati to 
New York I encountered HarrjrJLang- 
■don, an actor of good quality, but" not 
very ambitious. I am told that he is 
regarded by actors in general as the 
finest general Shakespearean actor on 
the stage. He played at Cincinnati 
Friar Lawrence in "Romeo and 
Juliet," and the Duke in "Othello." 
His sonorous and rotund voice will 
be recalled by all. I had not seen Mr. 
Langdon for about 18 years, and in 
the course of conversation with him 
I happened to ask the question: "Did 
you know John Wilkes Booth?" 

"O, yes," said he; "I taught John 
Booth the rudiments of acting. John 
T. Ford and two other persons had a 
theatrical company about two years 
before the war, which performed at 
Richmond, Lynchburg and other 
places in Virginia and toward the 
south. At that time John Wilkes 
Booth was a country looking boy. His 
clothes, style and everything were 
countryfied. His father had brought 
nim up mainly on a farm some miles 
out of Baltimore, and he had been to 
a college in the environs of that city. 
I took a fancy to him. He had a 
manly side to him. I showed him 
how to read, got him a grammar, and 
made him commit every day a cer- 
tain number of words from the dic- 
tionary and pronounce and define 
them. It was very pleasing to see 
his growth. He always had trouble 
committing his lines to memory. 
When we got through the season I 
•said to him, 'Now, John, you go off 
into the farther south and take your 
father's name.' He had been playing 
with me under the name of John 
Wilkes. Said I: 'You are as much 
entitled to the use of your father's 
name as your brother Ned. If you 
play in the far south as John Wilkes 
Booth, the son of the old tragedian, 
they will come to hear you, and you 
• can make a good stake.' So he went 
off there under the management of 
Matt Canning. He did make a suc- 
cess, and became quite a favorite in 
the south, and that made a fool of 
him. Later in life, or toward the 
time of the assassination, he lost his 
habits, and failed to make the im- 
pression in the north that he had in 
the south, and I think it somewhat 
embittered him." 

"Mr. Langdon, what do you think 
about the assassination scheme as 
connected with Booth's sanity?" 

"Why, I think he was a little in- 
sane. I do not ascribe it entirely to 
his father, who was always somewhat 
insane, but to his intemperate habits. 
Whisky had a great deal to do with 
the murder of poor Lincoln." 

Mr. Langdon then said: "I can tell; 
you a right queer incident. You re- ! 
member that after Booth murdered 
the president an actor named Sam 
Chester came forward and gave evi- 
dence that Booth had tempted him 
into a plot to run the president and 
cabinet out of Washington City. Now, 
in the latter part of the war I was 
handling a theatrical company with 
Donnelly, recently the lessee of the 
Grand opera house, New York. We 
would run out to the large towns ad- 
jacent to New York and play a night 
or two for a stake. One very cold, 
stormy day I went into a chophouse 
called 'The House of Lords,' at the 
corner of Crosby and Prince streets, 
New York. I wore a kind of white,, 
curly overcoat. Directly I heard a 
man say in a loud voice, 'Hello, Polar 
Bear!' I looked up, and there was 
John Wilkes Booth, and beside him 
was Sam Chester. Booth's face had 
a reckless, excited expression upon it. 

and he had been drinking. Chester's 
face had a hang-dog look, as if he 
had just agreed to do something 
mean. That thought flashed in my 
mind but a moment, and I let it pass. 
But when the trial of the conspira-' 
tors came up, and Chester said that 
he was at 'The House of Lords' when 
Booth took him into the conspiracy, 
I went back to my diary and found 
that the very night I saw those two 
men together, Booth had forced Ches- 
ter into his plot." 

"What kind of a man was Chester, 
Mr. Langdon?" 

"Why, a mild, quiet sort of man. 
He was mere wax in the hands of 
John Booth. There was another 
actor, Johnny Matthews, now in New 
York, who had it in his power, I be- 
lieve, to have prevented the murder 
of Mr. Lincoln. Booth met him the 
afternoon he was going to commit 
that crime and gave him a written 
paper apoligizing for the act. John 
Matthews burned the paper after the 
crime, but he knew enough, in my i 
judgment, to have given information 
and stopped the tragedy. A good ] 
many of the actors knew that Mr. | 
Booth had some dark scheme on his 
mind. I knew it, but I could not tell 
what it was." 

"Did you ever notice, Mr. Langdon, 
any particular quality in Booth, when 
he was a young man, which would 
lead up to such an assassination?" 

"Yes, there was one thing I noticed. 
When we were in Richmond, Va., two 
years before the war, Abbott's 'Life 
of Napoleon' was appearing in Har- 
per's Magazine — a life, if you remem- 
ber, full of eulogy of Bonaparte. John 
Booth read that life as it came out, 
and it so ^excited him that he would 
go and kiss a picture or bust of Na- 
poleon if he saw it, anywhere, in a 
shop window, or a saloon, pr among 
the properties of a theater. I attrib- 
ute his crime in the first place to a 
passion for hero worship. That poor 
clergyman who was allowed to praise 
Bonaparte beyond all reason perhaps 
instigated the original idea in Booth's 
mind to kill somebody so as to be a 

"Did you ever say anything to 
Booth about his consyiracy, Mr. 

"I did. I remember one occasion in 
particular where I broke out, saying: 
'John, you ought to be ashamed of 
yourself. You have some dark 
schemes on hand. I don't know what 
it is, but I know you are at no good. 
Why don't you take your musket and 
cross the lines and be a soldier for 
the south if your heart is there! Tea 
ought to be ashamed to go around 
here among the union people, and 
take their money, and get everything 
out of them that you can, even to 
abusing your fellow rebels. Here 
you have interjected into Richard III 
j the lines about driving these rebels 
hence, and you give it in such a way 
' as to earn applause. You ought to 
be ashamed of yourself, for playing 
the spy and then sneak into the union 
lines.' " 

Then Mr. Langdon remarked: "If 
Booth had only tried to run Lincoln 
off t even if he had failed, he would 
have been entitled to some respect. 
That would have been an act that a 
man might undertake. But to go and 
kill the poor man while he was sit- 
ting at the theater was a most in- 
hospitable thing for an actor, and a 
villainous thing for a man to do." — 
"Gath" in Cincinnati Enquirer, May 
1, 1883. 

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sExtract From an Eloquent Address 
Delivered by Comrade E\ 0. Lee, of " 
Des Moines, at Lincoln School. 

IV oo 

" Washington, Lincoln *nd the flag 
"A careful study of the history of all > 
these will inspire us all to better' 
things aud point us to loftier heights 
than the example or lives of any other 
characters I could name, aside from 
le rtavior of the world in whom they 
had an abiding faith. To be like them 
is to be great in all the walks of life 
The mention ot Lincoln and the flag 
awakens memories that none but 
those who were there can realize. 
Among thorn is one scene I shall 
never forget. 

The regiment to which I belonged 
was ordered to Washington City three 
or four days after the assassination of 
President Lincoln. I have no lan- 
guage to describe the scenes in and 
around that city at that time, Booth, 
the assassin, had not yet been found! 
No one was allowed in or out of the 
city without being watched. Many 
were looked upon with suspicion. a'& 
soon as I could, after our arrival,' I 
went to Ford's Theatre where Lincoln 
was shot, — then closely guarded- 
slipped in through the alley door, the 
lone Booth went out of, ran up behind 
the scenes upon the stage, where, for 
one moment only, I had a ftill view.of 
the box in which Mr. Lincoln was 
shot. The Hag still draped the box 
just as it was on the night when Lin-' 
coin was carried from" it. Nothing 
had been touched but everything left 
as upon the fatal night. I soon re- 
ceived an invitation from the guards 
to leave, for no one was allowed in the 
building. I accepted the invitation, 
but I had looked ujjon a scene i shall 
never forget and'it fasteued in my 
mind so plainly thatrthe flag Lincoln 
so loved and honored' triumphed after 
all and avenged ; his death, for there 
was the rent in the Hag that caught 
the spur on the assassin's boot as he 
jumped from the box thereby break- 
ing his, leg and leading to his capture 

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hador Lewi, 85, Tells How the 
Crime Plunged a Joyous Na- 
tion Into Mourning. 

This day seventy-one years ago is 
vivid in the mind of Isador Lewi, 
veteran New York newspaper man 
now approaching his eighty-sixth 
birthday. On the night before, April 
14, 1865, Abraham Lincoln had 
been shot at Ford's Theatre and 
after living through the night he 
died on April 15. 

Mr. Lewi, then 15 years old, the 
son of a prominent physician and 
living in Albany, recalled yesterday 
the hush that passed over the city 
when the news came. 

"The streets were still gay with 
bunting celebrating the victories of 
Grant and others," he said. "Then 
came the death of Lincoln and for 
a day every one was busy taking 
down the gay bunting of red, white 
and blue and replacing it with the 
somber hue of mourning. It was 
as if a loved one had been stricken 
in every home." 

A few days later the boy and his 
father went to the capital, where 

five years before he had met and 
had shaken hands with Lincoln. 

"There were men in that crowd 
who had jeered and scoffed Lin- 
coln," Mr. Lewi said, "and I saw 
them mourning with those who 
wept on that day as the great 
throng passed silently and slowly 
by the bier." 

It was after the campaign of 1860 
that Mr. Lewi first saw Lincoln, 
and although that campaign was 
seventy-six years ago he remembers 
many details of it clearly. Yester- 
day in his apartment at the Hotel 
Croyden he displayed faded cam- 
paign badges and buttons of that 

On his way to Washington after 
his election Mr. Lincoln stopped in 
Albany for a reception. He was 
met at the station by a citizens' 
committee of which Mr. Lewi's fa- 
ther was a member. 





I was at the National Capital at the 
second inauguration of President Lincoln 
on the 4th of March, 1805. I remember 
hearing talk at Willard's that evening 
about a rash attempt, by' a handsome young 
man, to break through a line of policemen, 
in the rotunda of the Capitol, who were 
guarding the passage of the President and 
his attendants through the eastern door to 
the platform at the portico. I believe the 
circumstance was barely alluded to in the 
local journals the next morning as a ripple 
on the surface of current events. / StS?^ 

A month later, President Lincoln and 
his wife, with Miss Harris and Major Rath- 
bone, were seated in a box at Ford's Thea- 
ter in Washington, listening to the play of 
" Our American Cousin." A }'oung man, in 
the passage-way near the box, put a card 
into the hand of Mr. Lincoln's messenger, 
and entered the vestibule of the President's 
box, fastening the door securely behind 
him. Standing a few moments, he drew a 
Derringer pistol, and with this weapon in 
one hand, and a two-edged dagger in the 
other, he stole noiselessly behind the Presi- 
dent, and put a bullet through his brain. 
Major Rathbone, the only man in the box 
besides Mr. Lincoln, seized the assassin, 
who dropped his pistol, struck the Major 
with his dagger, and wounding him se- 
verely in the arm and tearing away from 
the grasp of the brave soldier, rushed to 
the front of the box with the gleaming 
weapon in his hand and shouted " Sic /tem- 
per tyrannis," the legend on the seal of 
Virginia. He leaped upon the stage. 
Booted and spurred for a night ride, one 
of his spurs caught in the folds of an Amer- 
can flag and he fell. Rising, he turned to 
the excited audience, and exclaimed, " The 
South is avenged.'" and then escaped through 
a back door, mounted a horse which a boy 
was holding for him, fled swiftly in the 
gloom of night across the Anacosta, and 
found a temporary refuge among sympa- 
thetic friends in Maryland. 

On that sad night I was at the Eutaw 
House, in Baltimore- Before midnight the 
swift messages of the telegraph had carried 
the dreadful news over half the continent 
and beyond the sea. From the capital 
went out cavalry and a strong police force 
in radiatory lines, in search of the assassin 
whose face had been recognized in the stage 
as that of an actor. Every avenue of in- 
gress to and egress from surrounding 
towns were closed and guarded. Bulletin 
after bulletin was sent abroad from the 
bedside of the dying President all through 
that night of horror at Washington ; for the 
Secretary of State had been almost mur- 
dered by another assassin at the same time. 
At seven o'clock in the morning, just four 
years after the attack on Fort Sumter, the 
death of the President was announced. 
Before nine o'clock that morning I ob- 
served the buildings of the principal 
streets in Baltimore heavily draped with 
tokens of grief. A contrast to the scene on 
the 19th of April, 1861. 

The events of that night vividly recalled 
to the memory of many persous the mad 
attempt of the young man to break through 
the line of policemen at the rotunda a few 
weeks before; for there was an impression 
then that he had a mischievous, perhaps a 
murderous intent. He aDd the assassin 
were identified as the same person. Little 
was said about it at the time, in the public 
journals, and histories of the Civil War are 
silent on the subject. 

These circumstances were brought to 
my attention recently by some authentic 
documents which were placed hi my hands, 
and which give interesting details of the 
affair in the rotunda, as told by partici- 
pants in it and eye-witnesses of it. These 
documents have lain in concealment many 
years. They present materials and hints 
for an additional and important chapter in 
the history of the Civil War. I here give 
it in brief outline. 

Southern newspapers having declared 
that President Lincoln would never be in- 
augurated a second time, and such being 
common utterances in the Southern Con- 
federacy, special precautions were obseved 
at that inauguration for the protection of 
the person of the President and to prevent 
contusion during the ceremonies. These 
precautions were timely; for it is now 
known that a conspiracy to abduct or mur- 
der Mr. Lincoln had been formed, of which 
his assassin seems to have been the leader. 
Major B. B. French, then Commissioner of 
Public Buildings at Washington, had this 
matter in charge at the Capitol. He sta- 
tioned a double row of policemen in the 
rotunda, to which a large number of per- 
sons were admitted by tickets to see the 
procession of the President and his attend- 
ants — judges of the Supreme Court, the 
Cabinet Ministers, representatives of other 
nations, Congressmen and others — from the 
Senate Chamber in the north wing of the 
Capitol through the rotunda to the eastern 
portico of the main building, where the in- 
auguration was to take place. 

The police were arranged from the north- 
ern to the eastern door of the rotunda, to 
keep open the passage for the procession, 
and to prevent any of the spectators forc- 
ing it. Major French, who was in com- 
mand of the police force, took a position 
at the eastern door. While the procession 
was moving, and when the President and 
the judges had passed through the door, a 
young man suddenly rushed from the crowd 
of spectators and broke through the southern 
line of policemen. He was instantly seized 
with a firm grasp by John W. Westfall, a 
native of the state of New York, who was a 
private in the Capitol police force. The in- 
truder, wild with excitement, struggled vi- 
olently and insisted on his right to go to 
the inaugural platform. He was very 
strong, and after dragging Westfall from 
his place in the ranks, he broke from the 
policeman's grasp. Mr. French hud 
promptly closed the eastern door. The 
procession halted, assistance was rendered 
to Westfall, and the intruder, who was 
considered a lunatic, was forcibly thrust 
from the passage. The procession then 
moved on without further interruption. 

The lineaments of the face of this young 
man were deeply impressed <m the memory 

of Mr. Westfall and others of the police 
force. Westfall was also impressed with a 
belief that the intruder intended to ussasin- 
ate the President on the inaugural platform. 
When Mr. Lincoln was actually murdered, 
a few weeks later, and while the executors 
of the law were in pursuit of the assassins, 
this faithful guardian of the public peace 
sought for a photograph of the alleged 
criminal. He found it at the office of L. 
C. Baker, the head of the United States 
Secret Service, and at once recognized it as 
the similitude of the face of the young 
man with whom he had the fierce struggle 
in the rotunda. Westfall procured a copy 
of it, and hastening to the office of Major 
French and showing it to that officer, said : 

"Mr. Commissioner, do you recognize 
that face ?" s ***' ° '. "* Vi <* ' ■» «=- 

After scanning it critically a few mo- 
ments, the Major said : 

" Yes. I would know that face among 
a thousand or ten thousand. That is the 
man you had the scuffle with on Inaugura- 
tion Day, who gave us so much trouble. I 
met him face to face. That is the same 
man. Who Is it?" 




DECEMBER 31, 1008. 


Helped Carry President Lincoln from 
Ford's Theatre. 

Major Isaac Walker Maclay died at his 
home, 304 Palisade Avenue, Yonkers, 
Tuesday night. Though he had been suf- 
fering many months from a complication 
of diseases he expired suddenly. Mr. Mac- 
lay was born in New York City in 1841. 
He was educated at the New York Uni- 
versity and the West Point Military 
Academy, having been graduated from 
be latter institution "i 1864. He served 
is instructor of artiiury to the Slxty- 
inth New York Volunteers at Fort 
V'adsworth, holding tills position until 
ept. 17, 1804. when ho was transferred 
i the Ordinance Corps of the United 
:ates Army at the Washington Arsenal. 
In 1800 he served as assistant Superin- 
:ndent of the armory In Springfield, 
lass. Later he was chief Ordnance Offl- 
er of the Department of the Platte on the 
staff of Major Gen. O. C. Auger, and also 
served as Assistant Ordnance Officer, of 
the Watervliet Arsenal, in West Troy, N. 

In 1867 Major Maclay retired from the 
army and established the real estate firm 
of Maclay <£ Davies in connection with 
William E. Davies. He was the engineer 
in charge of the surveying and laying out 
of the streets and avenues north of lf'oth 
Street and also the Twenty-fourth ana 
Twenty-fifth Wards after their annexa- 
;ion to the city. 

On the night of the assassination of 
President Lincoln at Ford's Theatre in 
Washington by J. "Wilkes Booth, Major 
Maclay with two other officers of the 
Washington Arsenal attended the thea- 
tre, and after the shooting he and his 
fellow officers carried the President to 
the Peterson house and placed him on 
a bed in a rear room. This house is 
now known as the Lincoln Museum. Then 
Major Maclay went for Dr. Todd, the 
President's, family physician, after which 
he was detailed to guard the residence 
of the Secretary of War. 

Major Maclay and Mrs. Maclay visited 
on Good Friday last the scene of the 
tragedy lor the first time since the shoot- 

Major Maclay was elected a trustee of 
the University of Chicago June 'M, I'.mki, 
and re-elected in 10O2. He was one of the 
incorporators and charter members of the 
New York Zoological Society, of the- 
Maryland Society of New York, and of. 
the Underwriters' Club. He had been 
President of the Yonkers Wharf and 
Warehouse Company and Vice President 
of the Pelham-Dale Hand Company. 

He was a Trustee of the People's Sav- 
ings Bank, and of the Westchester Trust 
Company jpf Yonkers, a member of the 
Andrew H. Green Memorial Association, 
American Scenic and Historic Preserva- 
tion Society, Municipal Art Society of 
New York. Museum of Natural History, 
Association for the Preservation of the 
Adlrondacks, St. Andrew's Society of the 
State of New York, Veterans' Corps and 
| Military Society of the War of 18PJ, New 
I York State Society of the Sons of the 
Revolution, Delta Phi Society, Road Dri- 
vers' Association of New York, Westches- 
ter County Historical Association, and the 
Yonkers Library and Historical Associa- 

He was a life member of the New 
York Historical Society, the American 
Baptist Historical Association, and the 
Association of Graduates of the United 
States Military Academy. 

He was a Trustee of the Virginia Union 
University of Richmond, Va., and of the 
Warburton Avenue Baptist Church in 
foiikers, also one of the managers of 
be American Baptist Home Mission So- 
Slety. Mavor MacDay is survived by his 
■vldnw ai til five children. The funeral 
*ili be held' At 'the wimsu . *.£. ■■ U flsfolwtei 
tomorrow morning. The burial will be in 
the family plot at Woodla;»U)J^gjneteiy. / 

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an, Later Police C 

Captain Hpnjv W . Masrip of the Union Army was looking 
forward with extra-special interest to seeing Laura Keene in 
"Our American Cousin'' at Ford's Theater, Washington, that 
night of April 14, 1865. President Lincoln was scheduled to 
attend, adding an extra thrill to the ones expectable on stage 
That pleasant evening turned into a nightmare and Captain 
Mason found himself an eyewitness, instead, to the assassina- 
tion of President Lincoln. 

A native of New York, the captain later came to live in 
New Bedford, served as chief of police here from 1896 to 1914 
save for one year, 1906. After he retired from the force, he 
was named a deputy sheriff, died in 1928. In 1919. he told the 
story of that tragic night in 1865 to an Evening Standard re- 
porter; his account appeared in The Sunday Standard April 13, 
1919 and is reprinted here today. 

The irony that turned a pleasant evening into one of 
horror touched others in the theater beside the young Union 
Army officer. Laura Keene held the dying President's head 
In her lap, tried vainly to staunch the flow of blood, kept her 
head while many others present panicked. But the shock 
brought her to the edge of a complete breakdown. 

She bought a farm in Acushnet and lived a life of semi- 
seclusion, enjoying what some said were the happiest years of 
her life there. The home burned down years ago and only a 
little street, Laura Keene Road, remains to tell the curious 
that one of America's greatest 19th-century actresses once 
lived there. 

"Our American Cousin" was written by Tom Taylor and 
there is irony here, too, for Taylor, as editor of the famed 
British humor magazine Punch, reflected the views of the pro- 
Confederate British upper class and savagely attacked Lincoln 
in the magazine. But after the President was assassinated, 
Taylor belatedly realized the greatness of the man whom he had 
slandered and wrote a moving and repentant poem which still 
stands as one of the finest poetic tributes paid the martyred 

Were is Mr. Mason's story: 
I had been sent from the Shen-| 
andoah Valley, where I was on [President. His box was on oui 
duty with my regiment, to Wash- right and we watched the partj 
ington on business for the quar- as interestedly as any of the 
termaster's department. I calcu-icivilians. There were four peo 
lated the work would take about pie in the party, a major of the 
two days. \ arrived in Washing- 1 regular Army whose name I can- 
ton April 13th and finished my|not just now recall, and a Miss 
work in the forenoon of the 14th. Harris, daughter of Senator Har- 
I did not want to return to myiris, a close friend of the Presi- 
regiment at once, so I looked up dent. Following this couple came 

a close friend, a Captain Sweet 
of an Ohio regiment, who was in 
Washington at the time. 

We were both well-acquainted 
with two young ladies by the 
name of Carpenter, whose father 
was dead, and we asked them to 
go with us to the show that eve- 
ning. As they accepted the invi- 
tation, we went to Ford's Thea- 
ter where the play, "Our Amer- 
ican Cousin" was showing. We 
bought seats in the very front 
of what was known as the dress 
circle. In those days, that was 
the most fashionable part of a 
theater and we had to be in style. 

Some time after the play had 
started the President's party 

President and Mrs. Lincoln. 

We were able to see all that 
went on as the box was in the 
second tier and on a level with 
the dress circle. The President 
seated himself near the door 
through which he had entered 
the box and proceeded to watch 
the play. Interest in the presi- 
dential party waned after this 
and all eyes returned to the stage. 
The play went on till the end of 
the art; the curtain dropped and 
the audience started to discuss 
the play or to indulge in the 
usual between-the-act chatter. 
Suddenly a shot was heard and 
a man appeared in the door of 
the President's box. He stepped 
to the front of the box, threw his 

entered the box by-way of a doorl leg over the edge, and jumped to 
leading from a corridor. Every! the stage. 
eye was instantly turned to the 


-| The front of the box was 
drapped with a large American 
F lag and the man's spur caught 
in the folds of this Flag as he 
jumped. He did not land square- 
ly on both feet but fell to one 
knee. Arising he walked to the 
center of the stage and holding 
a dagger high above his head he 
said distinctly "Sic Semper 
Tyrannis!" Immediately after 
this he made his way off the 
stage and behind the scenes. 

For a few moments, the au-| 
dience was struck dumb. No one! 
seemed to realize what had hap- 1 
pened. There was not a move- : 
ment in the President's box- all 
over the theater was still. Be- 
wilderment was expressed on 
every face. Then someone 
jumped on the stage and looked 
into the President's box. Some- 
one else went around by the cor- 
ridor and looked in through the! 

Lincoln was sitting in his chair 
with his head hanging forward 
on his chest. Instantly the rrv 


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stage of Ford's Theater, Washington, after shooting President Lincoln; the fatally-wounded 
President can be seen at the upper right. 

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OifiFnoal Wnto®88«d' Assassiimaftnoira ©IF Lnnacolaa 

** a N . eyewitness of the assassi- 
. /VV nation of Abraham Lincoln!" 

is a phrase that even fifty-odd 
years has failed to strip of interest. In 
an office of the old National Museum 
building one can find George C. May- 
nard, curator of technology. An at- 
mosphere of peace pervades the place 
until one speaks the magic words which 
bring to mind that fateful night at 
Ford's Theater ifl Aprli, 1865. Then Dr. 
Maynard tells of what he saw. 

"That evening," sayS Dr. Maynard, re- 
ferring to the night of April 14, 18.65, 
"I went to Ford's. As everybody knows 
the play was 'Our American Cousin.' 
My seat was in the first gallery, on a 
leyel with and in full view of the tipper 
right-hand box, which was reserved for 
President Lincoln and his party. 

"The occasion • was an / unusual one- 
The war had come to be. regar.i -l as an 
lnterminible conflict, sometht as which, 
•would always " engiilf this country. 
Those In the theater that night were 
giving vent to perhaps their first real 
enthusiasm that the waf had actually 
ended. It was to be a gala night. An 
atmosphere of festivity pervaded the 
place. Also, it was Laura Keene'isj 

,-, '■ \ . * ' 

..„:..' - : ' '* * ■ 

'; ' "Naturally, it was a patriotic per- 
formance. I still have a small scrap 
if paper on which I wrote the musical 
program. 'The' Star Spangled Banner,' 
"Red, White and Blue' and 'Marching 
Along* were- .played, while the entire 
company was to have sung 'Honor to 
Our Soldiers/ ft patriotic eong of the' 

"The President and his party did not 
arrive 'before the curtain rose. It was 
during the dairy scene when they came 
in. Miss Hart, playing Georgiana, was 
tailing an Amefican Joke to Mr. Emer- 
son, taking the part of Dundreary, and 
he failed to catch the point. .Twice she 
oatd to him: "Why can't you see it?' 
And he replied: 'No, I cawn't see it.' At 
this moment the presidential party en- 
tered, passing around the south side of 
the gallery to enter the box. The play 
. was suspended until. President Lincoln 
•was seated, the audience having flseh 
with one accord and cheered enthu- 
siastically. After some time Georgiana 
eald, with emphasis: 'Well, everybody 
can see that,' and Dundreary drawled; 
'They ought to see it, you know.' 

"It was about' 10:30 when the pistol 
shot whloh. sent' the bullet at Lincoln 
was fired. Booth suddenly slid down 
from the front of the box onto the 
stag* and rushed diagonally across, 
disappearing. H» caught his foot in 


the flag decoration and made some ex- he done anything of that kind I. believe 

clamatlon which I did not understand, he would have bwen mobbed before he 

but no such dramatic speech as has could have escaped. As it was, .J. B. 

popularly been accredited to him. Had Stewart, a man of! athletic build, sprang 

onto the stage and was after Booth Im- 

'There was no panic such as a Are 
would have caused. The entire audi- 
ence was stunned, the real significance 
of. the tragedy coming only after sev- 
eral minutes. The theater people 
swarmed upon the stage.. An officer in 
military uniform managed to get to 
the President by climbing up from the 
stage into ■ the box, the door having : 
been barred. Laura Keene came quick- 
ly through. the gallery with a pitcher 
of water, lending an odd note to the 
scene witH her costume and make-up. 
The door of the box by this time was 
opened and she entered. . 
* * 

"Intense excitement reigned, yet no • 
lack of self-control. There seemed to 
be a desire to lend whatever assist- 
ance was possible, while the air was 
electrical with a spirit 'of vengeance 
against Booth for the crime just com-' 
mitted. Several people climbed over 
seats, I myself helping- oris lady thus in 
making her exit. Some seats were 
broken. Yet, Withal,' the people left the- 
theater slowly and quietly. It was 
about ten minutes before the President 
was removed, followed by Mrs. Lin- 
coln supported by two gentlemen. A 
crowd of people filled 10th street. 

"At that time I was a member of the- 
military telegraph corps of the War 
Department, being a cipher operator.. 
I rushed to the office. Persons I met on 
the way were ignorant of the tragedy. ; 
At the office the news had been learn- , 
ed, but no details,; and D. H. Bates,' 
manager of the office, asked for par- 

"A full . force of telegraphers spsnt 
the night in the office, sending out re- 
ports of the President's condition. It ■ 
was 8 o'clock, on the^. following morn- 
ing before : I left ■for'- my -lodgings. I 
walked along G street. The morning 
was rainy, raw and ^cheerless. Between 
13th and 14th streets, almost in front 
of Epiphany Church, I met a small 
squad of cavalry, accompanied by a few 
military officers and. Civilians on -foot— 
The band was proceeding quietly and 
with an. evident desire to avoid public; 
notice.- They were escorting the Pf es» • 
ident's body to the White House. 

"There is one other memory of that 
time of sorrow whloh I retain vividly. 
On the morning the President's body 
began the journey to Springfield it was 
warm, bright and altogether a day 
best suited to rejoicing, yet all Wash- 
ington had come down town to see the 
funeral procession. Processions, nor- 
mally, are stretched out, but this one ■ 
was made as compact as possible. In ' 
the front went a detachment of cavalry, 
wedge shaped* Very slowly they pro- 
ceeded, making their way steadily into 
the crowds which swarmed th^ streets, 
forcing them silently back to he curb- , 
Carriages containing officials, instead- 

of going single file, went three and 
four abreast. The horses' footfalls 
were the loudest sounds, while sobs 
.punctuated the stillness of the watch- 
ing multitude." 

Ci\$UL{ O 6W6 , 6» <M>C%£- G~ 

That Evening at Ford's 


"An eyewitness of the assassination of Abra- 
ham Lincoln!" is a phrase that even fifty-odd 
years has failed to strip of interest. In an office 
of the old National Museum building at Wash- 
ington for many years was George C Maynard, 
curator of technology. 1>r M ayn.iiri who died 
about three years aKO, often toTcT~oT~that. fate- 
ful night at Ford's theater in April, lfcliO. This 
is his story: 

T = HAT evening (April 14, 1865) I went 
to Ford's. As everybody knows, the 
play was "Our American Cousin." My 
seat was in the first gallery, on a level 
with and in lull view of the upper right- 
hand box, which was reserved lor President 
Lincoln and his party. 

The occasion was an unusual one. The 
war had come to be" regarded as an inter- 
minable conflict, something which would al- 
ways engulf this country. Those in the 
theater that night were giving vent to per- 
haps their first real entlmsiasm that the 
war had actually ended. It was to be a gala 
night, An atmosphere of festivity pervad- 
ed the place. Also, it was Laura Keene's 

Naturally, it was a patriotic performance. 
f still have a small scrap of paper on which 
I. wrote tiie musical program. "The Star- 
Spangled Banner," "Red, White and Blue," 
and "Marching Along" were played, while 
the entire company was to have sung "Hon- 
or to Our Soldiers," a patriotic song of the 

The President and his party did not arrive 
before the curtain rose. It was during the 
dairy scene when they came in. Miss Hart, 
playing Georgiana, was telling an American 
joke to Mr. Emerson, taking the part of 
Dundrear>\ and he failed to catch the point. 
Twice she said to him: "Why, can't you see 
it?" And he replied: "No, 1 eawn't see it." At 
this moment the Presidential party entered, 
passing around the south side of the gallery 
to enter the box. The play was suspended 
until President Lincoln was seated, the audi- 
ence having risen with one accord and 
cheered enthusiastically. After some time 
Georgiana said, with emphasis: "Well, ev- 
erybody can see that," and Dundreary 
drawled: "They ought to see it, you know." 

It was about 10:30 when the pistol shot 
which sent the bullet at Lincoln was fired. 
Booth suddenly slid down from the front of 
the box onto the stage and rushed diagonal- 
ly across, disappearing. He caught his foot 
in the flag decorations and made some ex- 
clamation which I did not understand, but 
no such dramatic speech as has popularly 
been accredited to him. Had he done any- 
thing of that kind I believe he would have 
been mobbed before he could have escaped. 
As it was, J. B. Steward, a man of athletic 
build, sprang onto the stage and was after 
Booth immediately. 

There was no panic, such as a fire would 

have caused. The entire audience was 
stunned, the real signilicance of the tragedy 
coming only after several minutes. The 
theater people swarmed upon the stage. An 
officer in military uniform managed to get 
to the President by climbing up from the 
stage into the box, the door having been 
barred. Laura Keene came quickly tlirough 
the gallery with a pitcher of water, lending 
an odd note to the scene with her costume 
and make-up. The door of the box by this 
time was opened and she entered. 

Intense excitement reigned, yet no lack of 
self-control. There seemed to be a desire to 
lend whatever assistance was possible, while 
the air was electrical with a spirit of ven- 
geance against Booth for the crime just 
committed. Several people climbed over 
seats, I myself helping one "lady thus in mak- 
ing her exit. Some seats were broken. Yet, 
withal, the people left the theater slowly 
and quietly. It was about ten minutes be- 
fore the President was removed, followed by 
Mrs. Lincoln "supported by two gentlemen. 
A crowd of people filled Tenth street. 

At that time I was a member of the mili- 
tary telegraph corps of the War depart- 
ment, being a cipher operator. I rushed to 
the office. Persons I met on the way were 
ignorant of the tragedy. At the office the 
news had been learned, but no details, and 
D? H. Bates, manager of the office, asked for 

A full force of telegraphers spent the 
night in the office, sending out reports of 
the President's condition. It was eight 
o'clock on the following morning before 1 
left for my lodgings. I walked along G 
street. The morning was rainy, raw and 
cheerless. 15etween Thirteenth and Four- 
teenth streets, almost in front of Epiphany 
church, I met a small squad of cavalry, ac- 
companied by a few military officers and 
civilians on foot, The band was proceeding 
quietly and with an evident desire to avoid 
public notice. They were escorting the Pres- 
ident's body to the White House. 

There is one other memory of that time 
of sorrow which I retain vividly. On the 
morning the President's body began the 
journey to Springfield it was warm, bright 
and altogether a day best suited to rejoicing, 
yet all Washington had come down town to 
see the funeral procession. Processions, 
normally, are stretched out, but this one was 
made as compact as possible. In the front 
went a detachment of cavalry, wedge shaped. 
Very slowly they proceeded, making their 
way steadily into the crowds which swarmed 
the streets, forcing them silently back to 
the curb. Carriages containing officials, in- 
stead of going sinpjte file, went three and 
four abreast, The horses' footfalls were, the 
loudest sounds, while sobs punctuated the 
stillness of the watching multitude. 





How She Saw Wilkes Booth in a Re- 
markable Dream Assassinate Lin- 
coln the Night the Terrible 
Tragedy Occurred. 

The sight of so much black every- 
where in this gay city recalls a won- 
drous story related to me away down 
in Texas toward the close of the year 
1866. The memory of the awful 
tragedy of the assassination of Lin- 
coln was then fresh in the minds of 
the people. Every word of gossip or 
history relating to it was eagerly 
seized and devoured by the gaping 

The story ran in this wise: That 
after the death of Wilkes Booth, 
while the body lay under guard and 
covered with an old tarpaulin, his af- 
fianced lover, like a poor wounded 
thing, hiding from every human eye 
and fretting her life away in hope- 
less grief, suddenly conceived the idea 
that there might be some mistake and 
that her lover was not dead. 

She then sent for Maggie Mitchell, 
and besought her to go to the place 
where the body lay and bring her 
some proof of his identity. The story 
said that the distinguished lady ap- 
proached the trestle on which the 
body lay, and by her wonderful fas- 
cination so won upon the guard that 
he allowed her to clip a lock of his 
hair without raising the tarpaulin; 
that she did so and discovered that 
the lock that was clipped was not the 
hair of Wilkes Booth. 

Remembering all these wild stories 
and many others recalled by the sad 
surroundings, I determined to go 
down to the Hotel Grand, where Mrs. 
Maggie Mitchell Paddock is now 
boarding during a highly successful 
engagement in this city, and seek an 
interview with the charming little 
lady, and ascertain the facts about 
this story. 

I sent up my card to Mr. and Mrs. 
Paddock, and was invited up to one 
of the parlors of the Grand. Taking 
my seat, very soon I heard the 
sprightly steps of the lady, those 
fairy like footfalls that have charmed 
the hearts and gladdened the sight of 
so many thousands throughout the 
length and breadth of this land. She 
advanced to meet me with the cor- 
dially that characterizes her. In a 
few moments we were at ease and 
conversing about Louisville and its 
people. I heard with pleasure her ex- 
pressions of deep regret for our city 
and the pleasure it always gives her 
to appear before so appi-eciative an 

She is as bright and piquant as 
ever, and in private is even more at- 
tractive than on the stage. Her deli- 
cate features, bright, earnest eyes, 
and those indescribable expressions 
that play about the lips like sun- 
beams on roses, are inexpressibly 
charming and attractive. She has 
the rare power of drawing every one 
to her, and nine times out of ten 
every one is willing to be drawn. 

In a few words I told her the old 
story I had heard away down in 
Texas, long, long ago; and a shade 
of melancholy came over the bright 
face as I mentioned the sad details. 
She shook her head and said: "There 

is no foundation in fact for the story 
as told to you. John Wilkes Booth 
was an intimate friend of my family 
and of myself. But I was not at 
Washington when the fearful tragedy 
occurred, I was at St. Louis then, 
stopping at the Lindell hotel, as I 
well remember from a dream, a most 
remarkable dream, I had the very 
night of the tragedy. I will tell it 
to you presently. The story about 
the lock of hair must have originated 
in this wise. After John's body — we 
all call him John — was disinterred 
and taken to his father's burial lot 
in Baltimore, Miss Anna Ford, an- 
other intimate friend of John, was 
solicited to get a lock of his hair. She 
did so, and with her own hands 
clipped from his head a little lock of 
his beautiful hair and gave it to me. 
It was his hair beyond a doubt. No 
one ever had more beautiful hair 
than he. 'Twas the loveliest hair in 
the world." 

"Was he very handsome and agree- 
able man, Mrs. Paddock?" I asked. 

"Oh, very, indeed," she replied; "he 
was a delightful companion through 
his great attainments and intellectual 
superiority. He was a splendid horse- 
man and rode with ease and grace. 
Being fond of the exercise myself, I 
was often out with him on horse- 

"Then you have no doubt that it 
was really John Wilkes Booth who 
was killed?" I asked. 

"Oh, dear no; not the shadow of a 
doubt. It is true. The lock of hair 
clipped from his head by Miss Anna 
Ford and given to me, I sent to his 
mother, poor woman, who was griev- 
ing - for his untimely end. It was 
much as a woman's life was worth in 
those days to have had an intimate 
friendship and acquaintance with him, 
but I braved all this and secured the 
lock of hair and gave it to his mother. 
"I will now tell you about my 
dream at St. Louis the night fo the 
tragedy, good Friday. I had been 
playing there, and was stopping at 
the Lindell. 

"I dreamed on that night that I 
saw John Wilkes Booth leap from the 
private box of the president at Ford's 
theater to the stage. He was dressed 
as usual, with inimitable taste and 
neatness. He wore a short Spanish 
cloak, lined with crimson satin. As 
he leaped on the stage from the box, 
hurriedly and excitedly, his cloak 
flew open and disclosed a little white 
poodle dog under his arm. He ran 
past me and made his exit by the 
identical door through which he did 
actually escape after committing the 
horrid deed. 

"I was telling this dream next 
morning to my sister Mary and a 
party of select friends while eating 
our breakfast. I was engaged in tell- 
ing my dream, and before getting 
through with the remarkable details 
the head waiter came up to us with I 
a scared look on his face. 

"We were interrupted by his ask- I 
ing if we had heard the bad news. 
He then said that President Lincoln 
had been shot the night before; and 
in less than ten minutes we were all 
electrified with the astounding news 
that the assassin was John Wilkes 
Booth, about whom we were talking 
when the head waiter first interrupt- 
ed our chat at the table. It made a 
lasting impression on me. I have 
often told it to my friends, and it is 
strange that it has never got into the 
papers, because every one who heard 
me telling my dream, before we heard 
the news from Washington, consid- 
ered it remarkable and wondrous 
fi-om its astounding coincidents." 

■Are you superstitious, Mrs. .Pad- , ,, 

dock?" I asked. (YYvW^ 1 ) 

"Oh, yes, she is a little so," inter- • _ 

rupted Mr. Paddock, her husband. 

"I don't blame her with such an 
experience as that," I replied. 

Thanking Mrs. Paddock for the en- 
tertainment she had given me, I 
bowed myself out of her gracious 
presence, and was soon in the whirl- 
ing, moving masses out on the streets. 
— Cincinnati Correspondence of the 
Courier-Journal, July 1, 1882. 

*J Mil 1 GI-HT 

fY\o*S, Mr*. A-** 

Sf. PauZ Woman Recalls Meeting 
Lincoln and Assassin on Fatal Day 

Mrs. A. P. Moss Danced at 

War President's Second 

Inaugural Ball. 

Mrs. A. P. Moss, who sfTll has the 
little dancing slippers she wore at 
the White House at the brilliant sec- 
ond inaugural ball in Abraham Lin- 
coln's administration, and who a few 
weeks later, April 14, 1865, the last 
day of Lincoln's life, shook hands 
with both him and the man who a 
few hours later was his assassin — 
John Wilkes Booth — will observe Lin- 
coln's birthday today, but in a way 
very different from her custom. 

She will not put on her Civil war- 
time silk dress, with its wide skirt 
and its embroidered and fringed man- 
tilla. She will not wear her lace 
and silk Victorian bonnet. She will 
tell stories of the martyred Presi- 
dent, but she will tell them from a 
chair in the hospital room at the 
Home for the Friendless, her home 
for the past nine years. 

Elbow Broken In Fall. 

It was only a couple of weeks ago 
that Mrs. Moss got out of St. Luke's 
hospital after being there from the 
Sunday after Thanksgiving. On that 
day as she was about to go into 
the House of Hope church, she fell 
on the icy sidewalk. She is SS years 
old. She sat through the entire serv- 
ice with her right elbow broken. At 
the end of the service, when friends, 
as they always do, came up to greet 

her, she said, "I fell, and I don't 
just feel very well." 

She was taken in an automobile 
to the Home for the Friendless, and 
from there to the hospital. 

So she is not acepting any invita- 
tions out, this Lincoln's birthday; but 
it will be as big a day for her as it 
always has been because of its cher- 
ished associations. 

Her meeting with Lincoln on the 
day of his death came about through 
a visit she and her husband made to 
the White House conservatory. They 
knew the head gardener and were 
invited by him to visit the green- 
houses and especially to see a lemon 
tree that had borne fruit. While 
there they came on Lincoln, among 
his flowers. He talked with them 
and gave Mis. Moss a lemon from 
the tree. 

Met liooth at Theater. 

Later Mrs. Moss, who had a rela- 
tive in theatrical work, happened to 
be at the Ford theater. There she 
met and talked with John Wilkes 
Booth. Her assumption is that at 
that moment the actor was trying to 
learn which of two theaters Lincoln 
was going to accept an invitation to 
attend that night. 

The women of the Pioneer Civic 
League, of which Mrs. Moss is a char- 
ter member, will have a luncheon 
party today at the home of Mrs. 
C. C. Woods, 122G Hague avenue. 
Mrs. Moss, though absent, will be the 
"guest" of honor, and the women 
will write cards at the luncheon 
which will be taken to her. 

Jr. :' 


I cry J -// 

/Oos/ccrrCi Caxr.e, 

Ex- Actress Recalls Lincoln 
As 100th Birthday Nears 


PHOENIX, Ariz., Feb. 12 {/P\ 
Mrs. Edwin Wight who, as a mem- 
ber of a s/tock company, was en- 
tertaining troops at Nashville 
when an officer announced the 
assassination of President Lin- 
coln, will round out a century of 
living next Friday. 

Mrs. Wight, a singer and dancer 
whose stage .name was Cajrig. N_or 
varre, had been entertaining 
American audiences a decade 
when Lincoln was killed. 

She will observe her 100th birth- 
day by receiving her hundreds of 
friends at a tea between the hours 
of 2 and 4 p. m. 

Mrs. Wight spent 42 years be- 
hind the footlights, first as a 
chorus girl and then as a singing 
soubrette whose pleasing contral- 
to won widespread recognition. 

Born Mary Ann Swisher near 
Steamboat Landing, Ark., Febru- 
ary 18, 1838, she moved to Cincin- 
nati at 15, at which time her 
father died. She took a job with 
a chorus the following year to 
support her mother. 

In 1861, she married Edwin 
Wight, Shakespearean actor and 
manager of a stock company. Dur- 
ing the Civil war she spent most 
of her time in Nashville with the 
Laura Keen company, entertain- 
ing troops. 

Mrs. Wight also recalls sitting 
on the lake shore during the great 
Chicago fire, a wet sheet shield- 
ing her and her two small children 
from the heat of the blaze. 

Three of her six children, a son 
and two daughters, will be with 
her on her birthday. Three sons 
are dead. 

Ohe^\ck>cC-e<-. Dr»\AVA*\u-ft'^ 


NEW YORK, March 81 (AP)— Era- 

manua! Obendorfer, who witnessed the 
shooting of Abraham Lincoln, died to- 
day at his home in West 144th street. 
He was 87 years old. 

Until five weeks ago, when he be- 
came- tU> Mr. Obendorfer wag head Qt 
the Obendorfer Spring Bed Manulac- 

ituring Co. tn New Haven, Conn. Mr. 

| Obendorfer was In Washington on 
business at the time of Lincoln's 

! assassination In Ford's theater. H" 
witnessed the shooting from a seat in 
the orchestra. 



Wlrm^hifflM Method! 

8Hjrt«BBtillg MtXtO*; 

Portar. Mr. Porter, 

"f, \ NB « 

aiu^i, wa« ui the Union Arm? 









IJ^KtYJas gt*.- 

•4 at Washington ut Hie MM* q4[ 'tyjt- 

Uw#»si>uiiiim of Abraham Uacttf*. He bap. 

\\^_Vfi*i ,t» bo iu the Kor.j Tlidttter'the night 

af ^he tragedy and was un uyMgjiaiaarof 

\iMti m<H, lw i,i UU g avimi H u wuiia^fe at 'M 

i. •.•ii years <A age. (In relates a mo«t in. 

Ming anecdote whirl, la well w 

[nig. J In said ;(../.'/ ' ^ 

J*('ll lllntltllbel (.||i ,|||y || 

Phoiy before M,. Lincoln ua* shot, that I -^ 
fwua doing guard duty at the enhance tu 
I ha White flauK,. ground*. M*. Lincoln 
""' lll >"" Mio walk and started* through 
|tliii gate, ' ■ 

" Mult! " I oricil, bringing uiy !»u,sket u|> 
[with the point of the bayoaet greeted 
[toward Mr. Lincoln '« breast. 

VVhyJ, don't yon know who jj anjt''^' 
[asked Mr," Lincoln, 

don't know anybody who etspft give 
the coouteiaJafcA* I replied, 

1 1 In' it 



"All 0/ht,' please call Iho officer #t the? m 
guard, '* -jurawered Mr. Lineoln. J willed 
Mu. oflirer of the guard. WW bffcrrived 
and saw who it wu« I wua holding up' at the 
*~i>int. ul a bayonet, liu u*utaii*stj4; » 
"Why, don't you know who thit, fal'i 
I wua-datt'vwueci to ^Uk^'toW and 

didn't know"iuaf4)«dy who' cjMildn't 'givai 
the countersign, of oonrs.i,*7uq <^H U ^- | 
|»8HHod Mr. Uncoln mid he and fea'aJSeer 
•^walked away. Mr. Lincoln had go*f about 

5*! 11 ' 1 " " '" twe " t - v J '" tl1 ' wllun be Turned 
^jMuud luid tint his hand to^ue, riviajf we a 
C^hcarty liaudciue^^ *** * • ™ 
j^|. "You arc a golf soldier," (die J^wideat Jp| 

said to me. "If yon had passed tue with jjf||ff-. 
^g""l ■» challenge, I wouldn't have thought gM| 
$Hf • y<l " " vlt ' u Vl ' r - V tf 00( ' wldiur." rm |g 

Mr. LiiicdJii and I became very friendly 

iirier that mi remained on guard at the 

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.g-f 5-3.3. ,liel " l,, " t ' , l »'.v%tt>|iii.g liiui and demanding 

^"•3<^B "'" '•"""""■aiyi.^lie never seemed to forgetl 
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THE forty-fourth anniversary of the assas- 
sination of President Lincoln occurs this 
week, and so swiftly do actors pass from 
' the scene of history, so swiftly do the audi- 
ences change who witness the human drama, that 
already those surviving, who were men at the out- 
break of the Civil War, are on the eve of their 
allotted threescore years and ten; and those who 
passed through those bitter days with their man- 
hood full upon them, during which the world re- 
coiled in horror from the tragedy of Ford's 
Theater, are rated old men by the generation that 
is now in its prime. 

The story has often been told of the mingled 
grief and blazing wrath with, which the great cities 
of the North received the news of the murder of 
the man who had already been recognized as the 
national hero, the type of the unflinching patriot 
to whose devotion the Union owed its unity, so re- 
cently assured. 

But it has remained for a modest clergyman 
of the town of Newville, between Harrisburg and 
Chambersburg — the Eev. W. O. Owens — to picture 
the mingling of' passions .that stirred the country- 
side, in the very heart of the North which had 
been most war-torn, when the news of Booth's 
crime was realized in the fulness of its fearful 
import. * 

THE Rv v_. MK Owens , a retired Baptist clergyman 
now, was pastor then of the Church of God, at 
Newville. The recollections he writes of the 
scenes attending the receipt of the news of Lin- 
coln's death and of the sermon which he, like hundreds of 
other clergymen at the time, preached on that occa- 


sion of national mourning, must come to the new 
generation with a peculiar flavor of an age long past 
and, to the old, with a striking reminder of the most 
nerve-trying time in the nation's history. 

"Cumberland Valley was the thoroughfare through 
which thousands of soldiers," he writes, "were rushed 
from Harrisburg to the front ' over the Cumberland 
Valley Railroad. The frequent sight of long trains 
of cars filled and covered with soldiers lustily cheer- 
ing as they flew past our town, aroused the patriotism 
of many, and also the passions of not a few. The 
frequent drafts fell heavily on Newville and the sur- 
rounding country, awakening in certain quarters the 
most bitter opposition, bordering even on revolt, 
though the quotas were usually filled out. 


"The people could think, and speak, and write of 
nothing but armies, campaigns and battles. In all 
the disquiet and gloom of those times, we had not 
the moral support of a united sentiment. The social 
atmosphere was surcharged with a diversity of po- 
litical prejudices The Breckenridge Demo- 
crats were the secessionists of the South and their 
sympathizers of the North. 

"As 'copperheads,' their influence was felt in New- 
ville as well as in other towns of the North. They 
denounced every draft and proclamation. They abused 
Mr. Lincoln as no President ever had been abused, 
calling him the most opprobrious names, such as 
'baboon,' 'tyrant,' 'Nero fiddling while Rome was 

"On the Monday night following General Lee's 
surrender to General Grant, on April 9. 1865, all the 
houses of Newville, with but few exceptions, were 
Illuminated from top to bottom.' I never saw such 
demonstrations of joy that the war vAis ended. 

"The Friday night following, that of April 14, 
President Lincoln was assassinated. Some, no doubt, 
secretly rejoiced over the event; but all demonstra- 

tions of such feelings were effectually quelled. I was 
told that, In Charhbersburg, a 'copperhead' said: 'The 

rascal ought to have been killed long ago.' A 

soldier standing by shot him dead on the spot. A 
few drastic doses like that, though unlawful and In- 
defensible, stopped all such talk. , 

"The next Sunday, I announced to my congrega- 
tion that, on the following Sunday night I would 
preach a sermon on the assassination of Abraham 
Lincoln. The house was crowded. At one time dur- 
ing the delivery of the sermon imprecatory mutter- 
ings were heard in the crowd. A few sturdy men 
pitched the offenders out of the door. That restored 

"It Is impossible at this time of universal peace 
and good will to describe the feelings of the people 
over that tragic event. My sermon, however, was 
•written in all the heat and excitement of those mo-" 
mentous times. Like the phonograph, it caught the 
people's feelings occasioned by the tragic death of 
theif beloved President, and it shows to the present 
generation those feelings in all their original in- 

Mr. Owens' text, from Samuel, xix, 2, was, "And 
the victory that day was turned Into mourning." 

There are still many thousands of Pennsylvanians 
who can recall the emotions with which they listened 
to similar sermons at the time, and how their hearts 
beat high In response to words like these, spoken In 
the town of Newville, nearly half a century ago: 



"The same God who watched over us in the past 
will watch over us in the future if we remain true 
to our God and true to our nation. Our lamented 
President delivered us from the perils of treason only 
because he acted in accordance with the indications 
6f Providence, and, although he is now dead, yet that 
God in whom he trusted Is still living, and He can 
guide and strengthen his successor, as He guided and 
strengthened him. 

"He Is dead, but our great cause Is still living 
He who supposed that he could assassinate the nation 
when he assassinated the President, is most inexcusa- 
bly Ignorant of our national fabric. Our nation is not 

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r ill e L ' ll . _ 

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Reflects Gloom of a Nation 

Stunned by Assassination and 

Fearful of Future 

"P&y^eri ^> 


The pall of gloom which settled 
•ver the nation at the news of Lin- 
coln's death is reflected in an old 
letter which has just come to light 
■with the renovating of a dwelling 
at 1317 W. Girard av. 

Workmen engaged in installing a 
new chimney tore down part of the 
east wall and uncovered the re- 
mains of an open fireplace and 

Demolishing this, they came upon 
hidden letters addressed to Mrs. 
George Bonbright, some at a down- 
town address and some at 1317 W. 
Girard av. 

The building is now occupied by a 
business firm and Max Sandler, the 
manager, found the mourning let- 
ter, written the day Lincoln died. 

It was written in Rochester, Pa., 
by one Sue Powers. It follows, in 
part: ~" ~ 

Rochester, Pa., 
Saturday Afternoon, 
April 15, 1865 
"My Dear Sister: — 

This is writing 
day — but I know not how to write. 
A gloom of deep sadness over all 
our hearts today — there is but one 
subject fills our hearts. Our Presi- 
dent is dead— it is a hard fact to 
believe — hard to realize. 

"The news came upon us this 
morning with a great shock as it 
has upon the whole nation — dear 
'old Abe' — after all his toil — his 
trials — first as peace dawns again 
upon our country— and he could 
have enjoyed the reward of his 
labors— he is struck down by an as- 
sassin's hand. It seems to me that 
Jt can not be that he is gone. 

"Last Sunday, what a day of re- 
joicing to our nation — every loyal 
heart was jubilant, happy in the 
prospect of a speedy determination 
of all our national troubles. Tomor- 
row will be a day of sadness and 
mourning. And never was there 
such cause for a nation to mourn. 
Who can take the place of our great 
and loved Lincoln? 

"But God is the great disposer of 
all events — To Him can safely be 
committed all our interests as a 
nation or as individuals. He will 
provide another leader for a while- 
Some of the 'copperheads' in our 
town have dared to express their 
satisfaction. Father heard an old 
gentleman this morning, on hear- 
ing the news say, T am glad' — 
Father says he jumped to his feet 
and gave him a few words — and 
some others had hard work to keep 
hands off. They should have ar- 
rested him at once. 

"Aron and Father both seemed 
stunned by the news. I have heard 
them talk but little yet about it. 
Father thinks it will be a blessing 
if Seward is spared. It will be hard 
to find a man to fill his position. 

"The word has just come that the 
man who took the life of the Presi- 
dent has been, caught— not much 
mercy will be shown him, I think. 

"I presume business in the cities 
is suspended today. • 

"We heard the news of Lee's sur- 
render on Mond ay mo rnin g. Our 
town made considerable demonstra- 
tion in the evening, bells rang, can- 
nons fired and houses illuminated. 
We had all our windows lit up. 

"We have four letters from George 
this morning. He is joyous over the 
success of the Army. Won't the 
soldiers feel sad over the news 


PLQCtox, Present at Martyr's 

Death, Meets Deery, Old Friend 

of Booth, the Assassin. 



Second Man, Once a Billiard Player, 

Cpurted Sister of Girl the 

Actor Also Admired. 

' \ 

I • ■ ' 

Thortia* Proctor, the aged inmate -.or 

ti,-. Cjty Home on Blackwell's Island 
who fta.-s present at the death \ < .d of 
Lincoln, was brought face to rare yes- 
terday! with John Decry; who says be 
was aj friend of John 'Wilkes Booth, the 
assa.-jsiin of Lincoln. Leery, several 
timed winner of billiard honors, has been 
an inroaU: or" the city, almshouse Hiace 
1014, but it was not until yesterday, 
that the two old men were brought to- , 

gether. ■ 

These, two feeble old men going .hack 
across the intervening years broached 
the subject of Lincoln's assassination in 
the first words they exchanged. Leery, j 
although several years the senior of j 
Proctor,' baa a very nimble memory. 
lie reconstructed many of the incidents 
on the (eventful day and night of the 
tiagedy in Ford's Theatre. Proctor lis- 
tened attentively, now and then inter- 
posing a remark Indicating the vivid pic- 
tures conjured up In Ids mind. 

The meeting of these two leaser fig- 
ures In one of the world's greatest trag- 
edies was regarded as a remarkable 
coincidence by C. B. Cosgrove, Superin- 
tendent of the City Home. He said, the 
records showed that Beery had been ad- 
mitted in 10H. Mr. Cosgrove- did not 
know of any way to substantiate tne 
claim- of Leery that he was a friend or 
John "Wilkes Booth, but he placed con- 
fidence in the statements of the old | 
man, because he has been able to con- 
firm Leery in matters of ordinary oc- 
currence Mr. Cosgrove arranged for 
thSeting "of these ^erlyinmaUs of 
the almshouse as a result of the inter 
est aroused by the story of Proctor. 
Bays Ho Was Billiard Champion. 
Tho first claim made by Deery when. 
admitted to the almshouse was checked 
up .last night by Tub Nsw York TiMts. 
He represented himself as the ■'/ -world'* 
Ui&mpion billiard player" when he 
sought asylum on Blackwell's Island, 
#ut hia claim* attracted no more atten- 
tion than the general run of pretentions 
made by many of the men and women 
vho pick a friendly haven In their de- 
clining years at the City Home. 

Leery is well known by thJ old-time 
UlUard players. Tom Gallager tald that 
le could vouch for Leery a champion- 
ship claims. Leeiy, according to Oalla- 
ger„ in the early "60s was one of the 
leading players and won a diamond cue. 
He pjayed matches with Maurice Laly, 
who runs a billiard parlor at Fiftieth 
Street and Broadway. Later, when the 
title went to' Louis Fox of Roche&ter. 
Leery i challenged the champion, and 
wrested the honors from Fox, It was 
said. The blow of defeat was so sever.; 
that Fox committed suicide. 

Leery said that in lB6f> - he was the 
proprietor of a billiard parlor In Four- 
teenth Street, Washington. Previously 
ht< had met Booth in New York, and 

Booth kept up the acquaintance wher- 
ever he was playing in the capital city. 
•' Booth -used to come in to my place 
and watch the matches that were played 
there," said Leery. "He wan always 
Interested in a good game, and games 
sometimes were interrupted when Booth 
insisted that we -hould all r.o out and 
i»'et a drink. He had been drinking *)' 
oay when he shot President Lincoln.- I 
was in the theatre al the time. I re- 
member distinctly how Booth looked a* 
he leaped from the box of the President, 
«nd I can still see the spur on hie boot, 
entangled in the drapery of the box. 

iv.irw Booth Intimately. 

Leery said that he and Booth spent 
wooks at a time toegther. Indeed, so 
•jIoso was their companionship that they 
were attentive to two sisters in Washing- 
ton. Leery said that the name of the j 
young woman to whom he had laid court j 
v.-SjS Mollis Turner, but he did not recall ; 
that of her sister. j 

Thomas Proctor spent one of the hap-! 
1 iest days of his life yesterday. He 
-<tas the centre of attention for a dozen 
newspaper photographers and mo-ting 
picture cameramen, lie good-naturedly j 
posed until he was almost exhausted. I 
then Supeiintendent Cosgrove led him I 
*way to his quarters, wlyre the old rnnn : 
dropped off to sleep like a tired child. I 

in a letter to The Timks yesterday, I 
.iarm Muaser, assistant professor of his- j 
iory In New York University, said that | 
h« met Proctor in Bedford, Pa., twenty | 
vears ago. Professor llusoer was of 
5 irh school age, and Proctor a practic- 
ing lawyer who had cone to EeuTord to 
idtlo en estate. . 

•• \t this time, sfmd Professor Musser-, 
•' he was In the fullest health, mentally 
arid physically able to carry on his pro- 
fession, to work on the grounds of the 
I roperty. or to f.-A\; miles through the 
woods and fields. . 

t* Vfter 1 had known him about a year, 
-nd he realized my interest in tho events 
i.f the Civil War, ho talked freely of his 
life in wartime, and finally told me the 
Ktory that Mr. Laly has related, rind the 
details of which Thk Times reporters 
havo collected. The account he tohl me 
varied in no particulars except tnat 1 
am under the impression that he saja no 
fras 10 instead of 17 at the. time and 
that he then looked older than he was. 

'T > «-OC'3to r ( T\v o yV && 


Thomas Proctor, of Brooklyn, 
One of Two Survivors of the 
Little Group that Witnessed 
the Martyr's End — Story of 
the Stolen Gold Pieces a 
Fabrication — Coins Used 
Were New Pennies. 


(From the Springfield, Mass., Repub- 
j lican.) JT./ 7. /?'<■ 

,PESIDENT Lincoln was shot April 
14, 18U5, and died the following 
day— 49 years ab'.o. The anniver- 
sary lias brought its annual ad- 
dition to the newspaper history, more or 
less authentic, of the events of that stir- 
ring and critical episode. There arc but 
two survivors of the little group that 
stood beside Lincoln's bedside when the 
end came. One of these men Is Henry 
fcj. Safford, of this city, and the other is 
Thomas Proctor, lawyer and naturalist, 
of Brooklyn. N. Y., who occupied the 
apartment with him in the house where 
Lincoln died. Mr. Safford s recollections 
cf the two April days have been given to 
Republican readers, and there will be un- 
usual Interest in the interview with Mr. 
Proctor, which the New York Times has 
printed. The two men bad not nut nor 
conferred regarding the tragic incident 
since it occurred, but Mr. Safford testi- 
fied that Mr. Proctor's recollections are 
In complete accord with his own, and 
Incidentally somewhat at variance with 
others related by people who could not 
have had the opportunity which these 
two young men had lo know the facts. 
The interview with Mr. Proctor as it ap- 
peared m the Times was as follows: 

"Yes," said Thomas Proctor, the Brook- 
lyn lawyer and naturalist, "an> thing that 
has any reference to Lincoln always 
brings to my mind the night he was shot. 
and his death, of which 1 was one of 
the few eyewitnesses. Then- are some 
few things about that time which 1 
should like to see straightened out, es- 
pecially many misstatements that have 
been made. 

"I recall that night and everything that 
happened with perfect distinction. 1 was 
a young man, living In Washington, and 
connected with the war department, and 
When I found that a great tragedy had 
been brought light to my door 1 knew 
that 1 was in the center of a big histor- j 
leal event. If I should get out my note- | 
book of that time I could tell you every- i 
thing that occurred in detail, and almost 
to the minute. 

"1 was attending a meeting of an or- 
ganization known as the '.Mosaic' that 
evening. It was literary in its nature-, 
and was started by a number of south- 
«rn women, most of whom had members I 
of their families in the southern army. 
Such men as belonged to the families 
who were in Washington attended, and 
there were a few outsiders who were in- 
vited. I was one of the two or three 
northern men. 

"The meeting of the Mosaic that Good 
Friday night in lSt5J> was at the house 
of Philip Y. Fendall in Judiciary square. 
At the close of the evening usually a i 
Virgima reel was danced. There was 
always some discussion about this. The 
women with interests In the south were 
not in the mood for festivities in those 
days; they did not go to the theater; they 
did not give entertainments; they dressed 
chiefly in black, and they did not like 
even the mild festivities of a Virginia 
reel. But the dancers usually carried the 
day, as they had that evening. 

"1 was talking with Miss -Mary Fen- 
dall, the eldest daughter of the house. 
Her father was an invalid, and she de- 
voted herself to him, and that was the 
first time I had met her. It was report- 
ed among her friends ihat Thackeray 
had said of her. When he was in this 
country, that she was the wittiest woman 
hi- had met in America; so 1 was delight- 
id to have the opportunity of talking 
with her We were standing near the 
door of the parlor leading into the front 

hall when her brother, Reginald Fendall, 
entered the house and said to me, as the 
first person he met, in a low', excited 
voice. 'The president is shot!' 

" 'How much shot'.'' I asked. I remem- 
ber the quick, awkward expression I 

" 'Killed probably,' he answered. 
"He did not intend lo be overheard, 
but those near caught his words, there 
-was much excitement, and the company 
broke up immediately, and I started for 
home. The streets were filled with pi o- 
ple, some talking in loud tones and others 
whispering together. 

"When I came to my street at the cor- 
ner of the block below the house where I 
lived I found a cordon of soldiers, and it 
was W'ith some difficulty that I obtained 
permission to pass. When I came to the 
house, which was just opposite Ford's 
theater, I found the stoop in possession 
of an officer and a guard of soldiers, who 
refused to allow me to pass. I was en- 
deavoring to make them understand that 
1 lived there when Henry S. Safford, who 
occupied a suite of rooms with me in the 
house, came to the door and told me to 
be quiet as tlie president was inside. That 
was the first I km-w of it. That also 
established my identity, and 1 was allow- 
ed to enter. 

"The. president was on the bed in a 
email room on the first floor at the end 
of the hall. 1 went down through the 
basement and through a buck door into 
the yard ami up a pair of rear stairs and 
through a small room in the back of the 
house over the extension, and entered by 
the rear door the room In which the 
president was lying. 

"It was a small bed, too short for so 
tail a man, and he was lying crosswise, 
with his load at the front toward the 
door. He was lying on his right side, 
with the wound in his head in foil view, 
and the surgeon was probing it with his 
finger when I entered. The room was al- 
most, it not entirely, filled with promi- 
nent men of the nation. Charles Sumner 
fitood at the head of the bed, with Robert 
Lincoln leaning on his shoulder weep- 
ing-. Mr. Welles, the secretary of the 
navy, sat in a rocking chair, and when 1 
came in he was asleep. He was an old 
man, there had been a great deal of 
excitement, and I suppose he was worn 
out. There were Safford, the Hiker 
brothers and other inmates of the house 
standing in the doorway. 

"Mr. Stanton, who came into the room 
at intervals during the night, w as 
in the back parlor receiving dispatches 
and dictating answers to a stenographer. 
That stenographer was the man since so 
well known as Corporal Tanner. He then 
lived next door, and Safford, who knew 
everyone, had recommended him as a 

"Mrs. Lincoln, laboring under great 
Stress of emotion, Was brought in two or 
three times after I came in by two wom- 
tii who were with her. she remained 
only a short time, calling to her husband 
to speak to her, and then was taken away 
upstairs again. The women while in the 
house remained in the suite of rooms be- 
longing to Safford and myself. 

"There was a large front parlor or 
library with sleeping rooms at the rear. 
I have heard a great many different 
Versions of the story, but it was due to 
fc'afford that the president was brought 
Into the house. He was sitting at the 
Window of the parlor when he saw the 
excitement outside. They were taking 
the president to the nearest place that 
seemed open, whn he called to them to | 
bring him into the house. 

"With the expection of a short time i 
When I went Into a rear room and lay 
down for half an hour, I was In the room 
With the prealdent all night. I was there 
when the breathing which had been so 
labored that it could be heard through 
the house gradually modulated, and in 
the morning when the physicians, who 
had his finger on the pulse, said; 'The 
pulse has ceased to beat!' 

"An interesting but untrue story about 
the gold pieces that Were placed on the 
president's eyes and afterward stolen has 
been written by a prominent man. I 
know the story of those 'gold pieces.' 
After the president had ceased to breathe 
the doctor put his hand in his pocki I and 
brought out four new, shiny 2-cent pieces. 

Two of these he put on each of the eyes 
to close them. Everyone left the room 
then except two attendants, and after a 
time the coins were removed and placed 
carelessly on a table near the hair which 
had been cut from the president's head 
around the wound. 

"After the body had been taken away I 
took the four coins, which were blood- 
stained from the fingers of the physician; 
the hair, which gathered together made a 
good sized lock, and one of the blood- 
stained pillow slips from the bed. One 
of the coins I gave to Safford, another to 
William T. Clark, another occupant of the 
house, In whose room and on whose bed 
the president died. He had chanced to 
be absent that night. The other two 
coins, the most stained, I kept myself. 

"That disposes of the question of the 
stolen gold pieces. The story was non- 
sensical on its face, for everyone who 
knew the times knows that the doctor 
would not carry gold pieces around in 
his pockets, that they were only to be 
seen as curiosities in brokers' windows. 
My two coins were eventually lost. I 
don't know how. The stains wore off, 
and they may have been spent or I may 
have thrown them at something. I did 
use coins that way frequently. We didn't 
think much of fractional copper currency 
in those days. 

"It was a prominent official in Wash- 
ington who, writing of Lincoln's death, 
said: 'He died in the house of a sordid 
rebel, who stole the gold pieces from his 
eyes.' I must have been that sordid 
rebel who took the 2-cent pieces. 

"The politics of poor old Mr. Peterson, 
who owned the house, consisted In an in- 
tence admiration for Andrew Johnson. 
Peterson was a merchant tailor, and 
Johnson used to drop into his place to see 
the men work and tell about his own ex- 
periences as a tailor. Because he had 
been a teilor and had risen to a high po- 
sition, Peterson considered him a great 
man. That was about ail the politics he j 

"There have been various stories told ! 
also to the effect that the room In which j 
Mr. Lincoln died had been occupied by , 
his slayer, John AYilkes Booth, for some I 
time prior to the act. The room had 
been occupied by Mr. Clark for many 
months. I knew him well, and he was a 
friend of Mr. Saf ford's. Before that the 
room had been occupied by an actor 
named Matthews, and It is possible that 
Booth might have visited him, though I 
think I should have heard of It If it had 
been so. 

"The pillow slip, which was very much 
stained, I have now, or a great portion of 
it. The lock of hair I thought I had 
until at one time I visited Peoria, 111., 
when I met a bright woman, Mrs. Broth- 
erson, the wife of an ex-mayor of the 
city and a poet who wrole the poems for 
the city celebrations. Peoria was the seat 
of the great Lincoln and Douglas de- 
bates, and Mrs. Brotherson was an ar- 
dent admirer of Lincoln. I promised to 
send her the hair. But when I went to 
get it I found that all but a few hairs had 
been destroyed by insects, and nothing 
but the blue ribbon with which I had tied 
it was left. 
"There was only one reliable picture of 
! the scene of Lincoln's death made. That 
was made by a Mr. Berghaus, of New 
! York, for an illustrated weekly of this 
city. He went to the room and made a 
very accurate sketch of it, even to Clark's 
picture on the wall, and we gave him a 
careful description of everything that 

took place and the people present. I know- 
that was the only picture, for though ■ 
Safford and Dark left the house and city 
not very long after, 1 remained for more 
than a year, and no one else came to nee 
the room or to ask particulars. We guve 
Berghaus a certificate as to the correct- 
ness of his picture." 

J win u n t 


Man Who Livod Where Presi- 

dent Died Said Cut Showing 

Proctor Was Accurate. 

Trt>cAo r ^ "TV& w&& 


Niece of Man Who Directed Draw 
ing of Death Scene Recalls In- 
cidents Told by Uncle. 

Further evidence- that r i nomas Pro*. 
tor, fin aged inmate of the City Horn 
on Blaekwells Island, was present a 
the death of Abraham Lincoln came t 
light yesterday in a stream of pub 
lished and unpublished historical matt 
rial brought to the surface by the in 
terest in the Proctor story. 

It remained in doubt whether Lincoi 
died on Proctor's bed, because of ind 
cations that the occupant of the be 
had been William Tilton Clark, a yount 
Massachusetts soldier. Old letteis 
which were searched to prove that the 
bed was Clark's resulted, however, in 
establishing, on the authority of Clark 
himself, that Proctor was present at the 

A letter of Clark to his sister, writ- 
ten four days after the death of Lin- 
coln, told how he Mas busy helping 
Per; -hails, the engraver of J'' rank Leslie's 
Illustrated Newspaper, to make an ac- 
curate picture of. the deathbed scene. 
This woo lent, which was printed on 
April 20, l-()."), and reproduced in Tub 
New York Times lust .Sunday morning, 
pictured Proctor standing mar the cen- 
tre of the group beside the bed, and 
gave his name. Both Proctor and 
Clark signed a statement printed in the 
same issue of Leslie's vouching lor the, 
accuracy of the picture. 

In one of Claw's letters he said that j 
he was "engaged nearlj all .Sunday 
(April It;, IStj.'j, the day aftor Lincoln) 
died) with one of Frank Leslie's wpeciid 
artists, aiding- him in making a com- 
plete drawing of the last moments of 
Mr. Lincoln, as 1 know the position of 
every one present." Further in the 
letter he said that the artist " suc- 
ceeded in executing a fine sketch, which 
will appear in their pap a." 

Clark does not appear in this woodcut, 
but Proctor is on i of the conspicuous 
figures. It is apparent that Proctor and 
Clark wen- good friends and agreed as 
to their parts in this memorable scene, 
but the death of the one and the failing 
mind of the oiler leaves still open the 
question of possession of tie bed. 

Clark's Niece .Tells Story. 

.Most uf the information regarding 
Clark was furnished yesterday by his 
niece, Airs. Maud Wright O'Leary of 
Wellesley Hills, Mass., who wrote as 
follow s : 

" Wellesley, .Mass.. Oct. 1, I021, 
"To the Editor of The New York Times: 

Oct. 1. you have a long article about a 
Mr. Proctor who loaned his room and 
bed to President Lincoln in his living 
hours. You have been misinformed, and 
I hasten to tell you tin- facts as they 
lave been the most treasured oil of his- 
tory in my family all my lifp. 

" My mother's brother, William Tilton 
Clark of Boston, was in the Thirteenth 
Massachusetts Regiment of infantry and | 
fought through thirteen battles of the 
Civil War. At the close of the war he j 
was engaged in the War Department as | 
a clerk, on account of his very beautiful 
handwriting. He roomed in a small sin- 
gle room on .tlie main floor of the house 

opposite F-ord's Theatre. The house is 
now a Government museum devoted to 
Lincoln exhibits. 

"On the night of the assassination lie 
was smoking on the doorstep as Presi- 
dent Lincoln was brought from the the- 
ativ, ;>nd, in answer to a request as to 
where he could be cared for. cm lie, I them 
to his room. Mr. Proctor doubtless did 
live in the house at the tinn . but, as 
he says, on the flour above, probably, 

" As a child wo had many interesting 
and tragic reminders of that fearful 
night, among them a piece of lace which 
fell from Mrs. Lincoln's cap or neck; 
the knife used to spread the plaster 
which formed the death mask; the can- 
dle end which the surgeons used in 
searching for the bullet, and a piece of 
tin' pillow case with the fearful blood- 

" I have one letter written from my 
uncle at the turn iii question in which 
le- s;,y s In' spent all Sundaj morning 
with Frank Leslie's artists imy uncle 
.was also an artist), helping them to 
make their famous picture, as he knew 
iust where each person sal or stood 
about the bed. A later letter says; 

" ' 'I hi .a Mr pillow is undi i m v head 
and the sam • cnvi i lei covers me at night 
that covered the dying; President.' 

" At the time .Miss Ida Tarbell was 
writing her ' Life of Lincoln,' she wrote 
several letters to my father, or saw him 
personally, 1 forget which, in regard to 
the occupant of that room, and. if / am 
net very much mistaken, has given my 
uncle's name of Wi'liam J. Clark as 
the occupant of that room In her book. 
This Mr. Proctor is a very old man and 
' forgets,' a<j you say. 

" William T. Clark died nearly forty 
years ago.' I think this is the second 
or third time some member of bis fam- 
ily has had to write a letter of this sort. 
Mr. Oldroyd lold me some years ago 
thai ' about a dozen im n had claimed 
that room.' hut when my father, Henry 
Fetes Wright of Boston, called to See. 
him with the letters and the relics of i 
that sad occasion, he was convinced at 
last that he had found out wdio the real 
occupant of that room was. Please cor- 
rect this error in ybur paper, but please 
rImo remember that I do not say Mr. 
Proctor was not a roomer in that house 
at that time. Then:' were probably sev- 
eral young men rooming there, and AY. 
T. ' 'lark was the one who gave up his 
bed to the martyred President. Very 
truly yours, 
" Wellesley Hills. Mass." 

Old Friend Hecalls Details. 

Timothy Daly of Hrooklyn, who made 
public the fact that the aged man on 
Blaekwells Island was one of the few 
who had seen Lima In die, said yester- 
day that a false- impression of Proc- 
tor's age was responsible for one of the 
attacks on his story. 

" 1 see that .Mrs. Pauline Louise 
Wenzing of Baltimore says that Lin- 
coln died in her bed, " he said, "and 
that Proctor could not have been there, 
because no one so young as that was 
allowed, even President Lincoln's 
younger son, Tad, being excluded. The 
fact is that Proctor was '-'_ or 23 years 
old at the time. Proctor may have said 
that he thought he was about IT years 
old, but his memory had failed him on 
that point. 

" The fault which is found with his 
story is all based on mistaken memo- 
ries of the matter. The woodcut and 
signed statement in Leslie's Is absolute 
confirmation of his story as he told it 
years ago. There is another picture 
In existence which still further verifies 
it. This is a picture on Page fiOO of 
Chapman's " The Latest Light on 
Abraham Lincoln." The faces are all 
shown very clearly and that of Proc- 
tor is distinctly recognizable. f have 
a picture of Proctor taken twenty-five 

years ago, and no one could doubt for 
a minute that it is tin- same man." 

One of the difficulties in reconciling 
tie- carious accounts of Lincoln's death 
is that all agree that the room was very 
small and all put a large number of 
persons m it at the death scene. A dia- 
gram prepared in l.Siia by Major Rock- 
i ell named twenty persons and said 
thai there were about eight others 
present. This was explained by the 
account of James Tanner of Washing- 
ton, a stenographer, who was called in 
to the Peterson house where Lincoln 
died and who described what happened 
in a statement in 1920 to the American 
Scenic ami Historic Presidevation So- 
I ciety. Tanner said that some hours 
1 after Lincoln was shot a man ran on' 
from Peterson's house and called to 
the crowd, asking for any one who 
knew shorthand to present himself. 
Tanner responded. He said that wit- 
ness after witness was called, who. 
trembling and half-stupefied, gave 
| rather unsatisfactory accounts of the 
shooting, even being vague in their 
identification of Booth as the assassin. 
Mr. Tanner said that, when the sur- 
geon announced that Lincoln was dead, 
the Rev. Dr. Gurley, in a shaking voice, 
began a prayer. In his agitation, Mr 
Tanner broke the point of his pencil and 
failed to take the words of that his- 
toric petition. Immediately after the 
prayer, he said, Stanton uttered the his- 
toric phrase, which Tanner rendered 
" He belongs to the ages now." 


Missive by Clark Testifies Cut in 
Leslie's Was Correct. 

Spe< rial to The Xcio York Ttmrs. 

WASHINGTON, Oct. 3.— Two framed 
documents hanging on the walls of the 
historic room in the house at al6 
Tenth Street, X. W., where Lincoln died, 
tend strongly to substantiate the claim 
that Thomas Proctor was present at the 
death of the President. One is the 
framed original of the double page 
woodcut of the deathbed scene in which 
one man is named, "Mr. Proctor." 
The other is ;l framed copy of the letter 
of William T. Clark, saying that he, 
had furnished the artist with tin: facts j 
from which tin- sketch was made. 

In the Clark letter, dated April 19,1 
IHiia, and addressed to " Deal - Sister I 
Ida," the young soldier explained hla 
absence from the woodcut as follows: 

"lb- (tin- artist] wished to mention 
the name of all the pictures in the 
room, particularly the photograph of 
yourself, Clara and Nannie, but I lold 
him he must not do that, as they were 
members of my family and 1 did not 
wish them to be made so public. He 
also urged me to give him my picture, 
or at least allow him to take ni.v sketch, 
but 1 could not see that either." 

1 ' 

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HAYmaeket 2421 


600 W. Jackson Blvd. 

March 6th 1939 

Dr. Louis A. Warren, 

Lincoln Rational Life Insurance Co., 

Port Wayne, Indiana. 

Dear Dr. Warren: 

I wonder if you have ever heard of a Thomas Proctor? 
Outside of the fact that I have heard he gave talks on the death of 
Lincoln I know nothing about him, nor have I "been able to find any- 

The reason for wishing to find out something is 
apparent from the following letter I have;- 

"187 Schermerhorn St., 
Brooklyn Oct 3rd 1906 
You request that I give you some writing authenticating the genuineness 
of the Lincoln relic I. presented you some time ago. I am pleased to 
do so and most willingly take this opportunity to certify and declare 
that this relic, consisting of a small piece of cotton fabric, is a 
portion of the pillow slip upon which lay the head of Abraham Lincoln 
during his last hours upon earth, and until- his great heart ceased to 

I was present in the room previous to, and at the moment of his death, and the 
pillow slip from which I clipped this piece was taken by me with a few 
other things as momentoes immediately after the removal of resident 
Lincoln* s body. The blooa stains have lost their brightness, but can 
be distinguished even at this late day. 

Very sincerely, 
(Signed) Thomas Proctor 
To C. B. V/yckoff, 
Brooklyn, N.Y." 

The item was in the Leland collection formerly, and 
I have always had some doubts about it. The recent article by 

n 'burg in the "Red Book" mentions the fact that there were at least 
more than one pillow used, which has caused me to either try to 
prove this "relic" either true or false. jrou have any 
knowledge of Thomas -roctor 1 would appreciate knowing of it. 

"Lincoln Lore" is getting better and better. The 
last few numbers have been exceptionally good. As a suggestion, why 
not devote a few numbers to the best known collections of Lincolni na, 
describing the collections and where they are. 


FxctAor^ I K&wjMk 

March 9, 1939 

Mr. 0* MU Owen 

600 V. Jackson BLv&. 

Chicago, Illinois 

ify dear Mr. Owens 

Just hack from a rather extended Itinerary 
I found your letter with respect to the Proctor item 
on my desk. 

I think it is accepted generally that Thomas 
Proctor was living in the room where Abraham Lincoln's 
"body was taken after his assassination In Ford Theater. 
I find in my files several items relating to hid and 
dated October 18, 1921 In vhloh it states that he had 
at that time become a pauper in 5ew York living in the 
Hew York City Home on Blackball Island* Another 
clipping suggests that he was 17 years old and a 
clerk in the War Department rooming in the Bederen 
house and Lincoln's body was taken to his room. 

Ve have had several requests recently for 
information about the room in which Lincoln died and 
it nay lis possible for us to cooperate in a Lincoln 
Lore story about the house and its inmates. 

It would appear to ma that you do have a 
genuine relic. 

Ytxy truly yours. 

IAWiPV Director 


HAYmarket 2421 


600 W. Jackson Blvd. 


'.[arch 11th 1939 

Dr. Louis L. arren, 

Lincoln National Life Foundation, 

Fort Wayne, Indiana. 

Dear Dr. Warren: 

Thank you very much for your letter of the 9th in 
reference to Thomas Proctor. Up to the receipt of your letter 
and one other this man has been an elusive character, as there was 
nothing about him at either the Chicago Historical, the University 
of Chicago, and nothing shown in Poole's index. 

You list Cctoher 18th as one of the dates of an 
article. Can you tell me what paper this and the other articles 
are from? 

[n case you are not already familiar with it, there 
were five articles in the Hew York Times dated October 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 
4th and 5th, 1921 giving a rather full account of J roctor and his 
connection with the death of Lincoln, which contain some very interest- 
ing reading. ^lso Leslie's Illustrated Weekly of April 29th 1865, 
which contains a woodcut showing and naming ~roctor standing at the 
side of the bed. I also understand that Oldroyd had a letter 
written by W«. T. Clark to his (Clark's) sister or fe&n'dy, ipril 19th, 
1865, saying he was, "engaged nearly all Sunday (April 16th) with one 
of Frank Leslie's special artists in making a comolete drawing of the 
last moments of Mr.. Lincoln, as I know the position of everyone present." 

This was the drawing - which appeared in the issue of 
ril 29th, which is attested to by an affidavit signed by -eterson, 
Clark, Proctor and two others. 

I am certainly nuch obliged to you for your letter. 
I will attempt to get copies of the New York Times, and in case you 
have not seen the articles, and I succeed in getting them, I will 
be glad to send them to you for your perusal. 

"ours very trulv, 

0. I!. Owen. 



p*r0 cAwr j "TW w* 0** 

March 14, 1939 

Mr. C. 8. Owen 
Ovn ft Cewpany 
600 V, Jackson Blvd. 
Chicago, Illinois 

My dear Mr. Owen? 

One of the clippings 
is undated and unidentified although there is an 
indication that the interiiational Kioto Service did 
issue a photograph with the article hut it was 
apparently detached. 

The other clipping is from the Freono Morning 
Eepublic, Tuesday, October 18, 1921 and it gives a 
picture of Thomas Proctor. 

Somewhere in our files we have a more elaborate 
statement about bin but our indexes do not seem to point 
us to the material. Vhcn we do find it, however, we will 
advise you. 

Tory truly yours, 

IASTtfV Director 


So vtei.ibor 9 , 1932 

C^\jJk'ddau G^u>ri-tS "^ 

Man Now Living Here Saw 
Assassination Of Lincoln 

But for an erroneous report from a small New York town that the 
zens of that community were to hcnor the only man yet alive who 
nessed the assassination of Abraham Lincoln it might have remained 
known to Port Wayne citizens that in their own city is another indivii 
who was present in Ford's Theatre on the occasion of the shooting of 
beloved President. 

Charles H. Quimby, who resides at 
1131 West Washington Boulevard, is 
one of the admittedly very few per- 
sons who saw the fatal wounding 
of the "Great Emancipator." Ac- 
cording to Mr. Quimby, who is 88 
years old and a member of the G. A. 
R., a group of soldiers in the One 
Hundred Fifty-seventh Regiment of 
the Union Forces had returned to 
Washington on April 14, 1865, from a 
trip south to Camp Delaware, where 
they had taken some Confederate 
prisoners. Upon arrival at Washing- 
ton they were notified that they 
might spend the evening at Ford's 

Mr. Quimby and his group sat to- 
ward the rear of the theatre and on 
the opposite side from that on which 
the President's box was located. Mr. 
Quimby recalls distinctly hearing the 
shot fired and seeing Lincoln, whoi 
was about 60 feet from him, slump ! 
over in his chair. Immediately the 




Charles II. Quimby. 

word spread that the President had 
been shot, according to Mr. Quimby, 
and the theatre was soon in an up- 
roar. Mr. Quimby did not see John 

/Wilkes Booth jump to the stage. 

I Mr. Quimby stated that numerous 

.details surrounding the assassination 
have escaped his memory. Mr. Quim- 

. by, who is remarkably active for his 
age, served two separate 100-day pe- 
iods in the Union Forces, because of 
the fact that he was too young to 
be enlisted as a regular soldier. In 
1865, he was serving as a prisoner 
guard and prior to that, while sta- 
tioned in Cumberland, N. C, had 
been instrumental in warding off an 
enemy attack by the capture of three 
rebel spies. He also saw other action. 
He is a native of Steubenville, O., 
having come here ten years ago. 

George O. Brown Resigns. 

INDIANAPOLIS, Ind., Sept. 9.— (I. 
N.S.) — Announcement was made here 
today of the resignation of George O. 
Brown as vice-president and associ- 
ate publisher of the South Bend 
News-Times, to become vice-president 
of the Studio Press, Inc., of Indian- 


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Baw Booth Prawl Toward Box 

of President; Only Living 



t Tb,« only living aye wittiweb or 
Lnicolnts assabt I nation is Comrade 
i. E. Re aiEL Huliou.' Kan ., bur* for 
the G. ^R encampment 

Ream, 11 prl villa in Battery C, 
Indepeudistii I'L'unsylvante artillery, 
had sneaked with two huddles on 
two tickets for the three of them j 
U,i< a seat in the parquet circle of 
Korfl's truster In Washington ou 
that fateful a\gta of April 14, 1865. 
Ream Sew Booth/ 

The plar "The American Cona- I 
In," «as in progress when Ream | 
noticed Booth walking along the! 
gallery to the president's box. The 
actor entered, and a shot was 

Booth leaped to the stage, but 
Oeii.g grasped by Major Raebun 
tell heavily and broke a leg. Hia 
spur fell off, having caught on the 
fiag^ draping the president's box, 
sod i hit ralfc is today In the pos- 
session of Comrade Ream 

"Sic Semper Tyrannis!" Booth 
cried, then before anybody could 
rucover from the absolute shock 
which smote the entire theater full 
of people, he limped swiftly 
through the back of the eitg« 
mounted hig horse being be)<1 by a 
boy outside, and escaped for t tie 
time being 

&t*# e Wsi Sknpt) . 

beam explained Booth's escape 
by th-t fact that the stage was 
empty at the time eioept for Laura 
Kotae, and that everybody who 
heard the shot and saw the dra- 
matic fall of Booth thought it was 
part of the p-ay. The detp box 
prevented the president from he- 
las seen bj nino tenths of the audi 
fence, and only whep the traged? 
was announced did people realize 
with a eiunning shock what had 

The fcnot ended the play right 
there, and all playB ai Ford's 
theater, for it was closed from thai 

In the btreet -whither everybody 
poured from the theater, soldiers 
examined everybody thoroughly, 
and hundreds of arrests were made, 
sayi) 11 earn. 

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The National tricumpoiaat of the Grand Army of the Republic has' 

Ragain warmly commended the t administration of the Pension Bureau fey; 1 

I Comrade G. M Satufraber, afrd requested to remain &s CommiaatarMeratj; 

f least until the and of the Presidential term. The Rational Ena&mpmei|{& 

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Story of Lincoln's Death 

Told by Eye-Witness 

D. J. Richards, or "Dad" Richards, 
as he is familiarly known, is, inso- 
far as is known, the only living 
person of those who made up the 
audience on the night of that tragic 
event when John Wilkes Booth 
fired that fatal shot in Ford's Thea- 
tre, April 14, 1865. 

In his story, as told by him, the 
audience can almost see the tragedy 
reenacted before their mind's eye, 
so one of the prominent educators 
writes. He tells of the conditions, 
as they existed in 1865; the sur- 
render of the Southern Army, the 
great rejoicing throughout the 
country, especially in the North; 
scenes witnessed while on the way 
to Washington the night of the 13th 
of April; his arrival with his father 
the morning of the 14th; the great 
joy of the people of that city, who. 
for four years had lived in fear of 
each other because each thought the 

The only known living person who 
was present in Ford's Theatre the 
night President Lincoln was assas- 

other was spying on their every 
movement. Then he tells of being 
in Ford's Theatre, where it had been 
announced the President and party 
would be present at the opening 
night of the play, "Our American 
Cousin"; the great disappointment 
of the audience when the party 
failed to make their appearance; the 
great ovation given when, while the 
orchestra was playing, "Hail to the 
Chief," the party entered and Lin- 
coln made his appearance at the 
front of the box, bowing to the 
right, center, and the left; the prog- 
ress of the play until the beginning 
of the last act, the pause, during 
which the President was shot; the 
assassin's leap to the stage; his ap- 
pearance being applauded; when he 
made his presence known to the 
audience with an uplifted dagger 
in his hand and by the shout of 
"Sic Semper Tyrannis" — following 
this, another pause of several min- 
utes — then the announcement which 
came like a thunderclap from a 
clear sky, "THE PRESIDENT IS 
SHOT." Following this, there is 
pictured the rush to the stage, the 
appearance of Mr. Ford stopping a 
stampede that would undoubtedly 
have injured many, perhaps killing 
many; Lincoln's removal to the 
house across the way, where, at a 
little after seven the morning of the 
15th he passed away to the Great 
Beyond. He died, but the spirit of 
Lincoln still lives and the statement 
of Secretary of War Stanton seems 
like a prophecy, which is being ful- 
filled from year to year. "He now 
belongs to the Ages." 

This man is one of the very in- 
teresting persons in America today. 
On April 14, 1865, a fifteen-year- 
old boy sat in the pit in Ford's 
Theatre in Washington, D. C, ab- 
sorbed in following the scenes of 
the play, "Our American Cousin," 
which was being enacted on the 
stage. There came a pause in the 
play, a pistol shot rang out, and in 
a few horrid seconds this fifteen- 
year-old boy learned that the Presi- 
dent of his Republic had been 
murdered before his youthful eyes. 
That boy, hale and hearty in mind 
and body today, is "Dad" Richards, 
the last living witness of the assas- 

sination of the Great Emancipator. 
Out of the richness of his memory 
and the fullness of his devotion to 
the Great Martyr, "Dad" Richards 
offers this tribute. 

The Tribute 

His character was moulded and 
wrought in an environment of lone- 
liness, sorrow, and privation. His 
heart bled from early youth until 
under the weeping skies of a sad 
April morning in " '65" it was 
drained of its last crimson drop. 

Looking back upon his strange 
career, it almost seems as if the 
man stalked across the stage of life 
with a crown of thorns upon his 
brow, bearing a cross to his cal- 
vary, beholding the world through 
a mist of tears. He loved his coun- 
try, unselfishly, nad he served it 
nobly and with unfaltering faith. 

His spirit knew neither malice nor 
hatred; no impulse of vengeance 
ever sought refuge in his bosom. 
He was gentle of speech, sympa- 
thetic, charitable, compassionate, 
patient, tender, brave. Destiny made 
him the broken-hearted Commander- 
in-Chief of an embattled Nation; 
duty drove him through the tragic 
ordeal; and at the end, perfidy 
struck him down and left even his 
estranged kinsmen bowed and dumb 
above his prostrate form. 

History reveals no counterpait 
of Abraham Lincoln. In body, heart, 
soul, mind, as well as in his fate- 
ful career, the world has had no 
other like him among all its sons — 
save One: the Man of Galilee. 

The pyramids in time may sink 
b e n e a t h the desert sands, the 
temples of earth crumble in the 
dust of ages, the fame of Caesars 
vanish in the darkness of oblivion, 
but surely as long as the race en- 
dures, it will behold in the familiar 
figure of the martyred son — strange, 
gaunt, silent, colossal, with agony 
written in the lines of his kindly 
face, and love glowing in his wist- 
ful eyes — the saddest, gentlest, and 
most pathetic figure in all human 

They said at his death-bed, "Now 
he belongs to the Ages"; to our 
present age, therefore, he is repeat- 
ing to us his words first uttered 
when he took the Presidency: "You 
have no oath registered in Heaven 
to destroy the Government, while 
I have the most solemn one to pre- 
serve, protect, and defend it." 

Gold is good in its place; but lov- 
ing, brave, patriotic men are better 
than gold. — Abraham Lincoln. 

-RoWrVs,, W.A- 



One of Few Living Men Who Wit-' 

nessed the Tragedy at Ford's 

Theater in Washington. 

f o- > ( \ *° & < k <- v wvuu » '2 ■• i i - 1 ' i 

FINDLAY, O., Feb. 11. — W. H. Rob - 
erts, of Findlay, a Civil War veteran, 
is one of only a few now living who 
saw ihe fatal shooting of Abraham 
Lincoln, April 14, 1865, in Ford's the- 
ater, Washington. 

Although only 16 then, Roberts re- 
calls vividly the scene of the shoot- 
ing and the events that followed. ' 

Roberts' seat was some thirty or 
fort} feet from the presidential box- 
in which Lincoln and his party were 
seated for the performance "Our 
American Cousin." 

Roberts was a soldier in the Union 
army and had only recently been 
stationed in Washington, when the 
assassination occurred. 

'"1 was with a group of comrades 
in a restaurant in Washington early 
that evening," he said. 

Go to Ford's Theater. 

"Someone suggested we go to 
Ford's theater. 1 hesitated at first, 
for 1 was not in the habit of going 
to theaters, but decided to go. 

"We were admitted free. I guess 
it was because we were soldiers. 
The president and his party came in 
a few minutes after we were seated. 
He bowed to the audience from his 
box and received quite an ovation. 
His box was some ten feet above the 
stage at one side. ■ . 

"The shot came in the midst of the 
play without, warning, startling the 
audience as anything like that would. 

"Nearly every one feared, 1 believe, 
that the president had been the tar- 
get of the gun. All appeared dazed I 
for a moment. Then great confusion 
began to prevail, of course. Cries of 
'get him' went up on all sides. 
Some rushed to the stage, from which 
Booth, the assassin, had fled. Others 
went into the street, while others 
rushed toward the box. 

Leaps From Box. 

"Just after the crack o£ the gun 
we saw a man leap from the presi- 
dent's box. A spur attached to his 
boot became entangled in the flags 
around die railing and he fell heavily 
to the stage. As he leaped, he flour- 
ished a dagger. He muttered some- 
thing in a strange language, which 
I afterward learned was the famous 
'Sic Semper Tyrannis.' The assassin 
quickly recovered himself and disap- 
peared through a stage door, despite 
a bad ankle. 

"As cavalrymen we joined the hunt 
for Booth and were on the scene when 
he was finally captured and shot sev- 
eral weeks later." 

Roberts said feeling ran high 
around Washington. 

"Anyone who said a word that 
might be regarded as condoning the 
act was dealt with harshly," the vet- 
eran declared. "I recall a soluier 
shooting to death one man who said 
he was glad Booth had shot Lincoln." 

Roberts served only a year in the 
war because of his age. 

He is commander of the Findlay G 
A. R. post. „ ---""* 

'RocVvWci , "tW^fr-s f; 



Thomas F.RachfarJ, Now 72, De- 
livered Bulletin to Newspapers 
Sixty Years Ago. 

'At marl add a boy were the first per- 
sons in this city to receive the news 
that Abraham Lincoln had been shot by 
John Wilkes Booth in Ford's Theatre. 
Washington. The boy was Thomas V 
Roeliford. now 72 years old and living 
at 1,010 Avenue N. Brooklyn. The other 
was a telegraph operator. At that time 
Mr. Roeliford, a lad of 12 years, was 
a messenger in the Western Union Tele- 
graph office at H5 Broadway. There 
was then only one direct wire between 
Washington and New York. 

On the night of April 14, 1805. Roeli- 
ford was sitting beside the telegraph 
operator waiting • for a message that 
would send him on another trip into 
the street. The Washington wire began 
to click off a message. The operator 
sat up very suddenly and the boy with 
ins knowledge of the code, was 'able to 
make out what was coming in. 

"Lincoln is shot," came the words, i 
Roeliford with the message in his pocket 
started on a run for Newspaper Row 
Just outside the door he was stopped 
i y iv.'P 'Vr n who asked: "Is Lincoln 
dead.' Mr. Rochford holds to the 
theory that the plot against the Presi- 
dent s life was conceived in New York 

His first stop was The Tribune office 
then on Nassau .Street, and from there 
he hurried to other offices to give his 
message. On his way back to Broad- 
way the messenger saw the crowds gath- 
ering about the bulletin boards reading 
the news that shocked the city and the 

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Former Actress, 91, 
Dies of Poisoning 

PH11.ADEI-.PHIA, Doc. i!9. — 
| Mrs. Jennie. jjtgss,, 91, who was in 
| Upcast at Ford's theater the 
! ni|j?lit Dincoln was assassinated, 
i d|ed here Sunday from illuininaj:- 
| ing- gas .poison ifrg]; f